“Home?” He turned quickly to behold his village Galdbygde in all its glorious splendor. It was a summer's day; the wildflowers had grown in the fields and along the dirt paths that winded between the hovels. Children and their dogs were outside chasing each other about, playing and laughing. His gaze then fixated upon his family home, it was in one piece, as if it had never been touched. “Jadis?” Hakon shouted. The boy became confused and befuddled. Was he truly home or was this simply another trial? “Jadis!” the boy yelled loudly at the sky.
“Who the hell are you yelling at? Who is Jadis?” An all too familiar voice questioned from behind. Hakon's eyes grew wide, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood straight as goosebumps crawled up his body.
“Father?” Young High-Stone tur
