“Then what happened?” Hakon's eyes were now filled with wonder, and his troubles began to float away as he immersed himself in Jadis's brilliant tale.
“The war itself never really ended but only the darker of the two brothers went into hiding. The other built up Trolltindee Hall and a great school for young Seidr such as yourself to hone their skills. It is also the place where I reside.”
“What were the brothers' names?”
“What?”
“The brothers? One of light and one of dark. What were their names?” Jadis shook his head.
“No one knows. Their names were lost to the ages. Their story is carved into the Great Hall but their names were carved out hundreds, if not thousands of years ago. The brother who built the hall still lays within the crypts of Trolltindee. It is a solemn place, a place
