All was silent. All was still. No raven cawed, no thrush took flight. No breath of wind disturbed the cold dawn air. It was as if a blanket from heaven had been spread over the land, silencing every sound and smothering every movement. One lone wizard stood atop the highest point for miles and looked. He saw all this. And even he, this greatest of them all, did not see ft to disturb this. On the contrary, it disturbed him. He could not speak. He could only look. But be that as it may, the thought rang out loud as any noise across the land: A storm is brewing on the Lonely Mountain.
No raven cawed, no thrush took flight. No breath of wind disturbed the cold dawn air. It was as if a blanket from heaven had been spread over the land, silencing every sound and smothering every movement.
One lone wizard stood atop the highest point for miles and looked. He saw all this. And even he, this greatest of them all, did not see ft to disturb this.
On the contrary, it disturbed him.
He could not speak. He could only look. But be that as it may, the thought rang out loud as any noise across the land:
A storm is brewing on the Lonely Mountain.