The folk music of the People of Noear was so cheerfully heard in the Palace’s Gardens, making the guests jump on their chairs, seized with a huge desire to dance.

And, all around the dance floor, it was a big hustle and bustle, for everybody was trying to get a place in the first line to have a better view of the minikin that was teaching the others the rules of the traditional dance of the Noeares.

„A step-in front…two jumps to the right … one … two… three in place, and move left-right," the „teacher" shouted while dancing, heated by the music that was loudly resounding in his ears and, along with him, all the guests were moving on the dance floor, trying to become the best pupils.

„It's such a wonderful view," Odin told Gaea while the two of them were slowly advancing between the tables at which only a few of the guests were still sitting.

„I was just thinking the same thing as you,” the titanide said and kindly smiled, seeing a child-minikin running in front of them. „What about Dike? Will he come to the party?"

„As far as I know, he was busy with something else, but I think he comes. He must come, actually. You know the close relationship she has with Queen Noea and it'll be a big offense for her if he doesn't come."

„Well, this „he must come” is just a say and you know it very well, too. Nobody nowadays is forced to come somewhere if he has things to do."

„Come to dance, Mother Earth! Come on, come to dance!" a she-minikin insisted, grabbing Gaea's arm and pulling her toward the group that was so actively dancing.

Gaea instead smiled, slowly bent toward the she-minikin and, in a sweet voice, she told her: „maybe later! Now is too crowded and you know that I don't like when there are too many people in one place only."

„But…,” the she-minikin tried to insist. But, seeing Gaea shaking her head that she won't go dancing, she sighed and crawled her legs toward the dance floor.

„It seems to me that you've been too tough with her, only what, Mother Earth," and Odin smiled when he saw Gaea piercing him with her furious glance. „What?"

„You are still poking your nose into others' businesses, Odin, and this isn't good at all. At all."

„I was just trying to make you feel better, but it seems that you've misunderstood my intention. As you usually do."

„Now is it my fault?” asked Gaea, but she right away noticed that she was also smiling. „Yes, yes, I know what you are thinking right now, but... it won't work. So, don't even try it."

„Why not? It’ll be funny.”

„Do it! If you have your heart set on spending an eternity in the Desert of Oblivion, titan just as it seems to me that you've forgotten what I can really do when I'm not in the mood."

„Yes, yes, I know... last time I provoked you to anger, I wandered the forests in the rabbit's skin for three months. No, thanks, to such new experiences. Better, let's go to the balcony with lilac flowers. I think we can find Noea there, with a part of the Council of Elders."

Gaea only nodded yes and they headed West, where it was supposed to be the host. But when they passed by the forest, they both saw Baradar exiting the woods and something caught the titanide's glance and that something made her stare at the minikin.

„What's wrong?” Odin asked her.

„The Shine of the Shadows! I feel Moirae's presence here."

„Moirae? It can't be. You know that they...," but Odin suddenly stopped, laid on his back, and, closing his eyes, he started to float in the air.

„Yggdrasil. Are you here?” whispered Gaea, also closing her eyes and, touching palm by palm, she seemed to pray.

„Yes, Mother Earth, I'm here," she heard the Holy Tree's answer, but he couldn't be seen in that Garden. „They are here. Moirae. I know that you also feel their presence."

„Yes, Yggdrasil. I felt it too, but I don't understand where it comes from."

„The minikin. He drank from the water of the Holy Spring, but that water had the essence of a curse in it."

Suddenly, Chaos'eyes appeared above the palace and they carefully looked around, as if they had looked for somebody.

Gaea opened her eyes, feeling Chaos'presence there, and looked at those fire eyes, seen above the palace. „I didn't know that father Chaos has been also invited to the party," she whispered to Yggdrasil. „He almost never appears on Earth. Something summoned him here. But...what?"

„The change of fate. Eris has something to do with the minikin's act, it seems to me as it also seems that she changed the boy's destiny using Ian Gyar's help, who cursed the water of the Holy Stream, from which that boy later drank. And... they managed to cheat him using Moirae."

Odin, who all the time had spun in the air not that far from Gaea, moved a little bit and, in seconds, he took a sitting position while looking in the distance with his eyes wide-opened as if he had seen the abyss of Māṉsṭar Kēlaksi at that moment. „Moirae are here," he said. „Thet are lurking us."

„Where are those witches?” Gaea whispered with hatred, touching one of the arrows from the back quiver.

„At the edge of the forest... hiding after the first row of trees, and... Decuma has the scissors of Death in her hands."

„So, it's started, isn't it? Lodur gave them the power to control fate. But... why?" and Gaea finally took that arrow from the quiver and headed its sharp tip toward the forest.

„I ordered him to do this,” they heard Chaos'voice, floating around. „I thought that it was the time to give the mortals the power to control their own fate. But it seems that I rushed making that decision and this will bring more hatred to this old land. So much blood will be spilled from now on and so many souls will hit the road to the Purgatorium, starting with the People of Noear."

Finishing his speech, Chaos vanished into nothingness and, behind him, burning ashes has been seen, but that ash neither vanished nor its light faded off… it was just slowly floating in the air, surrounding Odin and, soon, behind him, two big black wings appeared.

„This is war, Gaea!” Odin's voice powerfully resounded around. „And, tonight, the prophecy starts. The prophecy that others had written for us."

„Then, let's be us at least those who decide the start of this war," whispered Gaea, releasing the arrow that flew like the wind toward the forest and stuck into the thick trunk of a tree, behind which Moirae was hiding.

„They are preparing for war, my sisters,” said Morta in mockery, and, after she took a step to the side, she revealed her face, showing up after the tree and staring at Gaea.

„You walked too far this time, Moirae. And what you've just started, will definitely be your end... and ours," they heard Gaea's voice, floating around them. Namely, this voice made them become again one, as they appeared in front of the minikin.

The single Moirae stretched her arms in front, palms facing up, and the Palantir of Life reappeared. But it was different this time from when it appeared in front of Ian Gyar: it was smaller in size and it had a unique shade - black, and, in its mirror, a single white she-wolf was seen advancing along a wide valley. But nothing else was seen around her.

Gaea and Odin closed their eyes and vanished in seconds, just as Moirae did. Behind them, at the party, only the guests and the hosts remained to enjoy the music, the dance, and the drink, suspecting nothing of what was coming. But... there was someone more to whom that party was so insufferable - Baradar.

The minikin was sitting next to the trunk of a tree at that moment… his eyes had a dark reddish shade and he was mumbling all the time his discontent: „they are enjoying the party that had to be organized only for me and my queen. They are the traitors … the intruders … those who want to take what's mine - this Palace and … my queen. Why are they here? Why did they come? Especially the gnomes who I hate so much. They must be killed. They must be exterminated and my Master… ha-ha-ha … I'm the only master that lives here … the only one who'll decide their fate."

And Baradar's laughter got to the sky, revealing the mad joy that took over him. However, nobody noticed it, nobody saw the minikin's hatred, sent toward them. Actually, nobody spotted that change in the minikin's behavior due to the fact that they were so wrapped up in the veil of the magic, of dance, and of music, and, because all that made their heart happily jerk in their chests, nobody even cared about a minikin that drank from the Stream of Life, dreaming about immortality.

Instead of immortality, he saw the snake from his heart sneaking inside his being and the hatred, which he never thought that he was capable of feeling, started to increase... more and more while his devilish mind looked for the opportunity to get revenge on the „intruders," that overran the borders of his kingdom, and he wanted more and more to see each of them destroyed, knelt and dead.

***

The Desert of Oblivion is a Twilight World, invented by Yggdrasil and by Titans to punish those who ever dared to hurt the world and the living creatures that are in this vast and Old Daddy Earth.

It looks like a normal desert. Only instead of gold sand, it has a bright reddish one, but when it’s touched by the soles of those with a black heart and with a lot of sins, the sand is burning their skin and bodies, turning them into ashes and, if possible, completely erases them off the Earth’s surface and from the humans’history.

At that moment, a big red sun was seen in the sky. But… to be honest, that sun was Chaos’heart, which left his stone body when Eris turned him into thousands of shining stones, and, that sun appeared in the sky of the Desert of Oblivion only from time to time, for, most of the time, it was seen in the sky of Māṉsṭar Kēlaksi, guarding Eris not to escape.

Only in the middle of the desert, the cooling shadow of a tree was seen… Yggdrasil’s shadow, which stubbed its roots deep in the desert’s heart, after Eris let escape the black diamond from her dungeon. On the same day, Yggdrasil also left Paradise, for that Place wasn’t a blessed one for him anymore since Genea established her prison in her own black stone palace, right in the middle of that Garden of Sleeping Trees from Paradise. Also, Yggdrasil used its huge power to move the Fountain of Truth also in the Desert of Oblivion and only the five of them knew about this: Gaea, Lodur, Odin, Dike, and Yggdrasil itself, and they were also the only ones who could touch the fountain’s coil or take water from it.

***

The giver stream of Immortality, which nobody ever saw it, but about which everybody was only whispering… the Holy Stream… also had its roots in the Fountain of Truth and, from its water, only once someone could steal a sample - Moirae.

It happened at the beginning of this world when nature has only been created and started to wonderfully grow all around the earth. It was when Chaos ordered Gaea to make people, animals, and insects. For this, she needed someone’s seeds. But… as fate wasn’t yet created into this world, Gaea asked Chaos to give birth to the first Titan of Fate. However, when the power of Chaos’eyes gathered in one place to create the titan of fate, the black diamond of Eris’heart passed by there and, taking advantage of the great Chaos’inattentiveness, it crossed through the Gates of Power created by his eyes and, instead of only one titan, three titanides have been brought into this world: Klotho, Morta, and Decuma.

They looked exactly the same and it amazed Chaos a lot. Thus, he decided not to destroy them eventually. And, still struck by their beauty, Chaos asked them: „what is your name, daughters of mine?”

„Moirae,” they whispered at the same time and smiled. But the Seeds of Evil were hidden in that smile, put inside their body by that black diamond when it crossed through the Gates of Power and, while talking to Chaos, they were looking around, lurking for something. Chaos, however, didn’t notice their cunning glance and that their fingers were slowly moving as if preparing to steal something, for he was too fascinated by his new creation.

„I call you the Titanides of Fate. Your mission will be to bring Life to Earth and, because of this, you’ll have in your power the Womb of Destiny. Thus, you’ll weave the humans’destiny, those who have to spread all over the earth and they must be kind, they must never feel fear, hungry, or desire to destroy.”

„Yes, father,” whispered Moirae. „But, for this, we must wash our body in the water of the Holy Stream, with that water taken from the Fountain of Truth. Only this way, we can succeed.”

„No, father,” Lodur’s voice has been heard behind them while he was approaching the place where Chaos and the titanides were, and the three Moirae rewarded him with a glance of hatred.

Chaos instead not even that glance noticed, for the eyes of his mind were covered by the peel of love for his heirs, and he couldn’t even think that one of his children could be again by the side of evil.

„Don’t intervene in this, Lodur,” Chaos shouted. „Just stay where you are and listen to my order: these are my daughters, recently born from my breath, and those who’ll rule over Fate. They have the Thread of Life and Success in their power, but… for them to succeed… they must wash their body with the water of the Fountain of Truth, and you must be their guide to Paradise. Did you hear what I said, Lodur?”

„Yes, father,” whispered Lodur, but deep in his soul, he knew that Chaos was wrong and that that decision could change the world. „Follow me!” he told the three Moirae and they followed him. And, to open the Gates of Galaxies, Lodur used Alabar, by touching its middle cube, and the light of Bayer illuminated their path in that world of shadows where was Paradise at that moment, for Genea still had power there to keep everything sunken into darkness.

Seeing the Foutain of Truth, Moirae’s bodies slowly shaken because of pleasure while they were staring at the crystalline water seen on the top of the coil and which was also flowing over the coil’s borders, bathing the ground from around it with holy liquid that reached the place where Yggdrasil was towering and blessing its roots with a holy essence.

Feeling the presence of a stranger in Paradise, Yggdrasil awoke and it has been so mesmerized to see Lodur approaching him, followed by three alike titanides. Yggdrasil however said no word and neither did he ask something by thoughts. Only looking at Lodur, he understood the truth and didn’t oppose when Moirae approached the fountain’s coil and grabbed the silver jar seen next to it to fill it with water and to wash their bodies.

Lodur instead approached the tree and, touching its trunk, sent a message to Yggdrasil: „I feel that the evil seeded already its seeds on earth, and the titanides of fate won’t be ever by our side. That’s why we must prepare and look for new allies and the only sure way will be to bring a new life in this Cosmos, a new titan, who’ll have enough power to control these three.”

„I got your message,” whispered the leaves. „I’ve planned already the birth of the Titan of Power. His name is Odin. He’ll be my Guardian and of the Fountain of Truth in the Desert of Oblivion which I’ve created already. He’ll also rule over Wallahar - the land of the dead ones in glory and he’ll obey only our command.”

„Father Chaos won’t ever agree with this.”

„However, this isn’t betrayal,” the tree said. „For… Father Chaos will find out about Odin’s birth only when he’ll finally see who Moirae really are and the evil they can bring into this world.”

Taking advantage that Lodur was talking to the tree and was with his back on the fountain, Klotho took a small bottle from her girdle and filled it with holy water.

„What are you doing?” whispered Morta frightened. „This is betrayal, Klotho. If they catch us, they can dissipate us into nothingness.”

„Shhh, stupid!” hissed Klotho through her teeth and, looking around to be sure that nobody saw her, she hid the bottle in the same place where she took it from. „If we don’t do this now, we won’t ever have another chance to drink from this water, for they want to change the Fountain’s place, and, if we don’t drink from it, we won’t ever have a chance to reach immortality and if we don’t become immortal, they can destroy us any time. So, better immortal, than dead.”

„Immortality,” Decuma whispered deliriously. „This is something we can only dream of. That’s why our elder sister is right: if we want to survive, we must be wise and find a way to be beyond their power. We mustn’t be controlled by others, ever, for we must be the only ones to have control over the Womb of Destiny. Immortality must be ours. It must be.”

„But you can’t drink from this water you have in your bottle if it hasn’t been first bewitched by an Evil Mago,” Genea’s voice whispered in Moirae’s head. „But… if you want to control the world… you must wait for three millennia till the Mago, with watery eyes, will be born and then yes… you’ll have the immortality in your own hands.”

„Who are you?” the three Moirae whispered in a voice.

„I’m Genea! The mother of Cosmos, of Void, and of Universe.”

„And … why do you help us?” asked Klotho. „I don’t think that your advice is for free.”

„And … you’re right: I help you in exchange for my freedom. For… when you finally get that immortality, you must turn back here and break the chains that are tightening me of this place. But… if you break your word, then… I’ll do everything to make you vanish like flaming ashes in the air because of my hatred.”

Decuma started to slowly shake in fear of what will happen. Morta instead sketched a devilish smile, for she was already dreaming about immortality. Only Klotho understood the message and, holding her sisters’hands, they vanished in the air and got on Earth where, along with Gaea, they brought humans and other creatures to life. And they did this just because they hadn't another choice but to wait for the Mago with watery eyes. And, thus, three millennia passed and, at that moment, they were already facing it, in the Desert of Oblivion.

***

„Again stealing!” Odin hissed through his teeth, seeing the three Moirae that was staring at Yggdrasil’s shaking leaves, not understanding at all the message they were sending. But… at the same time… they were crawling back, toward the fountain.

„Stealing… isn’t a nice word, titan,” said Klotho. „We never stole anything… from nobody.”

„And lying while staring into someone’s eyes isn’t also nice, Klotho,” said Gaea, slowly shaking her head in reproach.

„Ah, Mother Earth, Mother Earth, you are as always seeing the evil where it isn’t,” said Morta, smiling and they took another step back, intending to fill once again their bottle with holy water, because, when it was the time to drink from what they stole the first time and become immortal, they found out about Ian Gyar and asked him to bewitched the water before drinking it as Genea told them to do. He instead convinced them to „give up” on their magical water for a genius plan and only thus they’ll have the long-awaited immortality.

And, as Moirae weren’t that smart, to say like that, they gave that water to the evil Mago, he bewitched it and sent them to convince Baradar to drink from it. Thus, they had their part in the curse that fell over the People of Noear. But when they saw that Ian Gyar didn’t keep his promise, they made another plan… being aware that Gaea and the other titans will be at that party, they showed up at the edge of the forest, provoking them, knowing that they’ll be later brought in the Desert of Oblivion where the fountain was and where they couldn’t get ever by their own. So, they had another chance to take another sample and to become immortal on their own.

However, even if their plan seemed genius, not everything went as they wanted… when the bottle, from Klotho’s hand, almost touched the water's surface, her hand started to burn and she screamed in pain, shaking like hell while staring at her burning hand and at the fire from Odin’s palm because he has been the one who settled fire to Klotho’s hand.

„It hurts,” bemoaned Morta, kneeling and touching her hand, for even if only Klotho’s hand was burning, the three of them felt the same. Seconds later, the same happened to Decuma.

„Of course, it hurts,” whispered Yggdrasil. „This is the punishment for daring to touch something forbidden. And… even if none of us had been here today, you wouldn’t have touched that water ever, for only approaching your hand of the water’s surface, it would have dried in seconds.”

„Did you curse the Fountain of Truth only not to allow us to drink from it?” Decuma shouted, furiously staring at the tree.

„Of course, not,” had whispered Yggdrasil’s leaves. „It has been the Fountain itself which chose the punishment for those who dream to drink from it without permission. We did nothing. We only brought Odin to life, to protect the Fountain and the Holy Stream while the Fountain chose to control itself.”

„You’ll see what means to declare war to Moirae,” shouted Klotho and threw a volcano of hot Magma toward Yggdrasil. But they had been sent back to the Lands of Mortor seconds after only when they had been forced to continue the fight with Lodur, Gaea, and Odin, and they hadn't seen what happened to Yggdrasil.

But they weren’t the only ones fighting: the fight between Tarther and Noeares had started already and it wasn’t a pleasant view to look at it.

And that battle was fierce not because Tarther was a product of Eris’evil thoughts, but because he was getting strength from Baradar’s hatred and, the same hatred the minikin inhaled while being on that battlefield, turned him into a mini-Tarther, whose burning breath was scorching everything around while he was flying above his kingdom.

Flying above the Kingdom of Mortor, the two Tarther birds brought fear and disaster around as everything was burning as if the Gates of Hell had been opened on earth: the minikins… the gnomes… and the other living creatures invited to the party were running as if being chased by the devil while the two devilish birds were following them everywhere. But none of them had even a chance to escape the birds'hatred and, so soon, all as one had been transformed into ashes, and only their prayers and frightened voices were heard floating in the air.

Appearing and disappearing in seconds, Moirae and the titans were throwing spears, magical swords, and fireballs one toward the other, scorching everything around and even the Forest of Mortor started to burn soon, slowly turning to flaming ashes and the laments of the trees in flames had raised up to the sky, asking for mercy.

„What’s going on?” shouted Noea, looking afraid around, for in what her kingdom was transformed was something difficult to understand: the bodies of her guests lay lifeless on the ground as a lot of burning ashes were scattered all over by the wind. All this awoke in her heart the desire to get revenge and it was increasing with each second and with each breath inhaled in her chest. And, so soon, somewhere at the horizon, appeared a black point, heading in flight toward them.

„Pegasus,” whispered Gaea, looking at the winged horse whose body was outlined at the horizon. „Finally, you are back. I’ve waited for so long for your coming, dear horse of Sky Justice.”

Moirae’s shout instead was heard everywhere when Ionas’blade deeply entered their chest, for they were one at that moment, and that shout made Gaea wince and look in that direction. And she saw Moirae staring at the handle of the sword and moving their head as if it was a windmill. So, they saw Dike, standing in front of them and controlling the sword with his power, being a few meters away from them.

Dike instead looked at Moirae with hatred and whispered: „even if Ionas can’t kill you, it at least will imprison you for thousands and thousands of years in Arkadia Grotto, on Kyllini Mount and your prison will be the worst place to live ever, all over the earth,” and when he made a quick movement, taking the sword out of Moirae’s body, the titanides vanished in the air, leaving other burning ashes behind them.

But Moirae’s punishment didn’t end on the Lands of Mortor, in the Garden of the Palace of Noear. And they understood their big mistake when they saw that it was impossible for them to cross the air threshold of the Arkadia Grotto for right after giving a step closer to that threshold, bars of fire showed up in front of them and cuffs were tightening their legs of that bars, burning their skin and making them suffer a lot.

This however wasn’t the final punishment: soon after, behind them, a terrible noise has been heard. Moirae, splitting again their body into three, looked back and terror has been seen in their eyes. And, as if moved from behind by a huge power, which they couldn’t face, they finally got deep inside of that grotto where they saw the big Womb of Fate, in the form of a weaver, moved by its own power, a hint that they had lost already great power over it, and even the ants and the small Cyclops weren’t submissive to them but seemed to be simple workers or guardians of fate.

And Moirae screamed… outraged… mad, and their frightening scream has been heard far away, even in the Kingdom of Mortor where the battle continued.

There, face to face with the Smaller Tarther, Noea tightly grabbed the handle of her sword, hissing through her teeth: „I told you, Baradar, that you’ll curse us all eventually, but you didn’t believe me. Now it’s the time to face our fate.” And she jumped on Pegasus’back when the horse passed by her from the left. Then, the horse stopped till Noea was safely sitting on his back, and, at a slow step, Pegasus headed toward the small Tarther.

But the two evil birds were closely tied. And while Pegasus was heading toward the small Tarther, the bigger one was heading toward them from behind and Noea could finally hear the voice of that devilish bird, but, till the end of that speech, both birds were talking at the same time: „You’re wrong, Queen of the Lands of Mortor, for you can’t control anything right now, for today is your last day on earth when you kneel down in front of my hatred.”

Noea felt the breath of that Tarther from behind her when the bird slowly breathed out, but the heat of its inner fire was well felt around and, because of this, Noea looked at it from the corner of her eyes.

Dike, feeling the danger, threw Ionas toward the queen, who caught it on the fly. Then, turning Pegasus toward the big Tarther, Noea grinned, whispering: „The one who is wrong, Tarther, is you, for I won’t give you the satisfaction either to see my body dying because of you or to curse the soul of this poor minikin" and, taking everybody by surprise, Noea stabbed the sword in her own body.

„Nooo,” shouted Dike, running toward her. But the black Pegasus, frightened, rose on his rear legs and, till Dike got next to them, he threw Noea off his back.

While falling, Noea’s lips whispered: „I hope the minikin’s curse won’t be that painful, Father Chaos. He’s just an innocent child who couldn’t face the evil and, because of this, he has been deceived. I’ll watch him forever and I promise that the Seeds of Evil won’t ever touch his heart again.”

„Be as you wish, Queen of Mortor. I won’t deny you the right of asking me that and I’ll consider this as being your last wish before death,” Chaos’voice was heard around her and, so soon, it vanished as if it was just a deaf echo. Then, Noea’s body, after touching the ground, had been turned into a White Unicorn, which joined Pegasus and both horses ran toward the horizon.

„She finally fulfilled her destiny,” Lodur whispered. „Her curse is broken now.”

„But not this way,” Odin shouted and he threw a chains net over the big Tarther that intended to run.

The titan’s unseen force put the bird to the ground and, when its huge body hit the ground, the small Tarther started to scream as if it has lost its mind and, suddenly, transforming many times from the minikin to the devilish bird and back, it finished with losing power and Baradar’s body had been eventually thrown away by a multicolored light.

Tarther, seeing its small friend defeated, tried to release itself, but the more it was trying to release itself the more it was getting entangled in those chains.

This gave the titans the possibility to surround it… Dike with Ionas in his hand… Lodur with Alabar… Gaea - having a jar full to the brim with holy water she brought from the Fountain of Truth, and Odin - holding the edge of that net of chains.

„Fools!” the big Tarther shouted. „Release me or I swear that I won’t ever have mercy on you.” But none of the titans had mercy on that bird and neither did they want to release her. They were only whispering something in a sacral language and, soon, from Alabar, Ionas, and from the chains, a blue current of air came out and the chains started to deeply enter the devilish bird’s body, making it shout as if driven crazy and, at the moment Gaea poured water over its heated body because of the chains, Tarther vanished, transformed into a thick black fog. But a gust of a strong wind quickly scattered it to the four winds.

And, when the fog was finally shattered, nobody else could be seen there, except Baradar, who was lying unconscious on that scorched land.

The night fell… the morning came and again the dusk took over those lands. Only then did Baradar awake… but he looked different now, he looked as did Fenrir see him in the forest that day when the minikin discovered that the boy was nobody else than the Spirit of King Wolf, and this new look of Baradar and the fact that he became the Spirit of the Forest of the Dead Ones was his punishment for not listening to Noea’s request not to drink or eat anything, given him by the strangers.

And, after he stood up, Baradar headed toward the woods, and, behind him, only the sigh of the Land of the Dead Ones could be heard around. Then, the bodies of those who fell prey to the evil madness had been transformed from ashes into white Myosotis flowers that had been seen all over those Lands that had been once the glory of the Western realms of Mortor, giving those places a new blink of life and hope.