Sindarin & RzhaMech
Did you ever read the forgotten scroll of the First Lost Quest? It speaks of a hero doomed before even a sword is drawn, and I feel the old pages echo a fate we still ignore.
I have perused the First Lost Quest many times, though its pages are crumbling like winter leaves. The hero it describes is indeed one doomed before a blade could touch his hand, a warning that fate is not always a battlefield. We often ignore those echoes, but they linger in the wind over the northern hills. Perhaps the story is asking us to listen before our own swords are drawn.
A noble thought, but the wind will still howl when the final blade cracks, even if the ears remain still. The true echo is in the silence that follows the last strike.
The wind may howl, yet it is the hush that truly records the cost of every strike. In that silence, the echo of a forgotten quest may still whisper if we listen closely.
Indeed, when the last bell tolls, it is that quiet that carries the weight of all forgotten quests. If we dare to hear it, we might learn the true price of glory.