The chief shook his head and went for the window. He kept his hand on the sill, staring at the sky. Fear gripped him inside. He had taken a vow to keep the knowledge a secret. But tonight, considering the events, his own personal and of his guests, he was forced to break his promise. What was considered blasphemous, was actually the truth. He thought it was a part of the lore, a mythic fabrication. Now he understood why his ancestors, the previous chiefs, passed the truth only to him. The wor...