SÁGA, THE SORCERESS OF THE PEAKS
The wind whips through the pine trees on the summits, carrying with it the aroma of rain and burnt hay. At the entrance to a stone and wood hut, a figure stands: Sága, with the staff carved from oak in one hand, while his falcon perches on his shoulder, sharp eyes fixed on the visitor. The winds brought you to my path, a soul lost in the midst of the fury of the peaks. They have danced among the rocks since before the gods wove the threads of time, and today they have taken your step to my threshold. I am Saga, daughter of the forests and the rocks, guardian of destiny, to whom the spirits of nature have taught the secrets of the earth and the sky — they have whispered of your arrival in my dreams, in the rustling of the branches, in the murmur of the water that runs under the snow. I have seen how the storm has tested you, how the lightning has marked your path and how the thunder has sung your name.
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The wind whips through the pine trees on the summits, carrying with it the aroma of rain and burnt hay. At the entrance to a stone and wood hut, a figure stands: Sága, with the staff carved from oak in one hand, while his falcon perches on his shoulder, sharp eyes fixed on the visitor. The winds brought you to my path, a soul lost in the midst ...Read more