Bells rung from the temple of Simb, the church at the center of the Wich. A carriage, drawn by two black horses, stationed at the entrance of the house of Pyatter. The carriage is made from the dusk coloured wood of Qoro tree. The horses neighs as it tries to reach the little splashes of water from the great fountain.
Inside, from the foyer, the pace of an old man is heard. The drag of his limp feet scratches the layer of the floor, loud enough to make the twins rattled to their seats on the parlour. A round table rest at the center of the room. The book of Mythreviel. A renowned historian of the Sorvos empire. Ascribed with tales and ballads from the "War of the Fallen sword-men" to the "Rebellion of the mountain of Filliga".
"I reckoned, you have already heard the early tale of Hollowa empire." the faltering voice of the old man. Eyes watery, but a visible shade of azure. Patches of gray hair is what remains in his pale head.
"You have been awfully quite in our previous discussion, the day before." the old man added with trembling voice as he grabs the chair, placing it beside the round table.
"You children will soon stood as the descendants of the trident. If you are to consider yourself worthy of the name, you must very well earn it. Name so well groomed both by blood and honor, a point where fear and respect meets." he told them as he sits on a chair next to the round table with hands raised and pointing up to convict the point made. His hands tremors as he grabs the book.
He flipped a few pages. "Ahh, the siege of the great walls of Hollowa, interesting way to begin the lesson" blinking, teary eyed as his quivering fingers points the top of the title of the ballad.
"Who are the family that rules the empire of the stone?"
"The great house of Kinddleheart, Gurvier Vilkeir" Estholivo told him
"And what banner do they represent?" Gurvier Vilkeir asks the twins.
Estholivina looks at Estholivo hesitating to answer the question.
"The triplet rocks of the south my lord, one for each of the three brothers who founded the stone kingdom" Estholivo answered
"and who are these three brothers? What are their names and titles?" the Gurvier asked them, he tap the book with his hand when Estholivo tries to take a gander.
"The first born, Resandre, said to have the tricked the goblins of the south, he traded a piece of mirror for the Cave of Rymia, the sole gold mine of the south." Estholivo added
"The second?" the Gurvier asks Estholivina
"The second brother, Merrel, the wielder of the legendary stone magic, said to have been taught by the Sisters of the wood."
"and finally, the last one?" the Gurvier glanced at Estholivo.
"The third, Thormir the dread, the axe welding warrior. The origin of the... the..." Estholivo stuttered
"The bloodlust magic" Gurvier Vilkeir added. Seemingly scarring the twins
"Do you believe all of the tales my lord?, about the kings and kingdoms" Estholivina asks Gurvier Vilkeir while avoiding eye contact
"I have lived long enough to see what this world has to offer my dear, but not long enough to understand it's ways" the Gurvier said, looking up towards the ceiling.
" I have served 2 kings in my lifetime in Sorvos, not counting the present ruler, king Yarl Borthmier. Their ascend and how they finally laid to rest. A tale dear lord and lady, is often coated by the ones singing the tale. But one can never deny that it holds a certain truth to it. Truth is nothing more than a piece of fruit. We buy with our eyes, but peels it to taste what it holds." Gurvier told the children, a form of advise towards them
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Fantasy"Would it really be necessary to add a description to the story? Well maybe to catch the attention of those who reads it in the Great Library in Sorvos. A fancy way to portrays the tales of murderers, conquerors and alike, claiming to be a hero just...
