Chapter 5

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*Unknown*

"Giornata e finite,

sceso il sole,

dai laughi, dalle colline, dal cielo dipinto,

tutto va  bene, ora riposa al sicuro,

Caro Tia, fine e vicina."

"Everest, my dear child, there will come a time,

when swordmanship and power will not help you truly shine,

When fate will come to one last choice, You must strive to find your voice,

And change the world for better or worse."

The soft and gentle voice echoed through the dark, isolated, and damp chamber, filling the room with a sort of happiness, a calm before the storm. As the voice faded off, and stopped singing, two cries replaced the calm and soothing lullaby, a brother and a sister, so young and innocent that they do not realize how challenged there life has been, and will be.



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