FANSROG AND HIS FEAR
The velvety black sky was dotted with thousands of tiny silver spheres. A crescent of moon was visible beyond the tall crenels of the trees and illuminated that fateful night.
Fansrog had his spirits completely down after the welcome he had received from the only people who could be his allies, the only ones who opposed the White King.
Tirian squeezed his shoulder affectionately. "Don"t get down. I have full confidence in you. The prophecy of the faun says that you will defeat the king, and so it will be."
But Fansrog still didn"t feel entirely reassured. "Prophecies don"t always tell the truth," he murmured in distress.
“How can you know that?”
"In the book I read in my dream, the one who explained to me how the situation was, the story of a wizard, Astros, was
