A chilly wind blew across the mountain.
The sky was as blue as could be and wildflowers blossomed on
the elevated land surrounded by beautiful mountains.
And a singing voice carried endlessly from the slope.
“Hero, oh Hero, lu la la la la, how we adore you.”
Natalia was singing her favorite nursery song.
“How we adore you, oh Hero, how we adore you, lu la la la
la, always will we do so.”
She was picking flowers as she sang. Those flowers with a
beautiful white radiance were known to ward off monsters. She had brought the
seeds from an elf village and sown them here until the village had eventually
become known for them.
(Has he arrived yet?)