[00:15.710]It had already become day
[00:17.710]as he opened the big wooden door
[00:20.010]and stepped out of the shadows.
[00:23.240]The sun had shown behind the eastern forest,
[00:27.440]bright and warm in a cloudless sky.
[00:31.390]As his eyes closed, he slowly raised his head.
[00:37.650]Gently, the morning wind caressed his face
[00:42.440] and rustled through his long hair
[00:45.520]The chatter of the birds had become one with the whispers of the black elders,
[00:50.720]melding with the rhythmic babbling of the little brook,
[00:55.130]which wound its way to the distance behind
[00:59.540]the humble grange.
[01:00.760]But it has not always been like that.
[01:07.100]
[01:08.040]One thousand seven hundred years ago,
[01:12.040]during the celebration of the two moons,
[01:14.780]the enemy forayed over powered the villagers
[01:17.040]under the cloak of darkness.
[01:19.640]Brave men were cut down where they stood in the cold crisp autumn night.
[01:25.280]The ones who still had life in their veins escaped in despair,
[01:31.070]but regathered quickly and formed a resistance.
[01:34.290]Many among them, women and children,
[01:38.040] only armed with axes, torches, and pitchforks.
[01:44.130]And it seemed as if all hope was forsaken...