KING VIDAR
I awoke with a start, the echoes of my dreams lingering in the early morning haze. The vision of my mother, her eyes heavy with both love and burden, haunted my waking moments. The orchard, the apples, and her whispered promise all felt like ethereal fragments of a tale yet to unfold.
The first light of dawn painted the forest in hues of gold and amber. I rose from my makeshift bed with a sense of urgency, a compelling pull to uncover the mysteries that still lay veiled in the shadows of the story that had begun to unravel.
Allan, my loyal companion, still slumbered peacefully nearby.
As I stood beneath the towering trees, the whispers of the wind seemed to carry fragments of the revelations that awaited me. The forest, once a haven, now felt like a tapestry woven
