Every twenty years, light is born in the forest of "Silence". Maybe not everyone can understand it, but the light speaks to us, transmits information, understands. One such light was then born on the day of the Unification, where each mortal soul was transferred under the protection of - named by the public - the Creators.
Each of the virgins, peasants, nobles, kings, during the celebration of this holiday, asked the light for a good future, and the flame, usually fulfilled its promises.
The day of joining is the only ceremony on which women should be dressed extraordinarily elegantly, otherwise the flame would not fulfill the people's request.
No one was allowed into the forest of "Silence" except animals and magical creatures, and certainly no human being, as it would cost him corruption.
Every person dies once. And in the forest of "Silence" a person always dies twice.
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- Ember Villin - the woman tapped a notepad lying on a mahogany desk, at which the girl jumped up, her distracted gaze flying around the classroom. A few laughs from the girls in the back immediately brought her back to rational thinking. She found herself in the middle of the commotion of her classroom harmony. A woman beckoned her over with a nod, and she adjusted her dress slightly and walked over to her desk.
Violet was not in the habit of punishing her students, but in Ember's case she had to be harsh. The woman corrected her square glasses, pushing them more firmly up on the scruff of her nose then sighed and put her arms across her chest.
Abashed, Ember raised her eyes slightly so that she could see the stern gaze of her teacher. A quiet mumble issued from Violet's lips. She did not like to punish her pupil. Ember was someone worth getting to know from the better side.
- Miss Villin. I am not satisfied with the Maiden's behavior. For the umpteenth time, the Maiden has fallen asleep in my lesson, which is very important for the Maiden's educational future. I am disappointed.
Violet pronounced these words with pain in her voice. Admittedly, she didn't know why these words embarrassed her. Ember lowered her resigned gaze to the floor, paying no attention to her friends.
- I'll forgive you this time. - Violet sighed and put her hand on the delicate sleeve covering the girl's arm. - But I ask you not to sleep during my lessons. - She turned towards the classroom - Where did I end up ? Ah ! I already know !
The woman walked over to the blackboard and quickly sketched a few indistinct drawings of trees. She stood next to them at which each girl turned her head toward her.
- Does anyone know who the creator is ? Or who we can call the creator ?
Several hands rose into the air. Violet pointed to a girl in lush curls playing with her hair.
- The creator is the one who creates. The one who describes something he himself invented or created,- Violet listened to the girl's statement, writing down some sentences on the board.
She put the chalk down on the desk and grabbed several sheets of parchment lying on the edge of the wood. She walked over to each of the girls' desks and placed the sheets on them. When she had done so she returned to her seat, put her arms across her chest and said.
- Yesterday I read you a tale about the Forest of Silence. I would like you to demonstrate your knowledge and your ability to search for information. I give you time until next week. I know that such work will cause you a lot of problems, so I decided that a week is enough time. - Violet's statement was interrupted by a church bell tolling from the main church building just off the patio.
