Chapter one: the child been born without voice
Oakland was a small community of agriculture found in the middle of the city of castle and good that more each who lived there are simple farmers there were some that choose a different way of life and they called these people Uth, as the most part of the persons knew them as. Uth was people who could carry out magic and played normally for the Royal family, but there was one who leads common lives which of such two were, Lúthien and her husband Haldamir,they choose the life of agriculture because of new threat called the "dark horseman " therefore they became established clean in the small risk of the farms to be found by him.
Unfortunately during numerous years they tried to have children but cannot so against their own better judgment they went to big uth, who could help them and nine months ago later a child was born them, there has just been a thing which molested them; she was born without a voice. And to many persons if a child was born different they were considered sworn.
"Dear husband I fear it is because of big uth, but that can we make? We abandoned our powers to be farmers, " Lúthien said as she swayed her daughter Haldamir sighed and was wary the small window of home the eyes of stylus dancing with passion "Lúthien there is not enough time to speak" he said an urgent tone in his voice "what is it? What goes on?!" She asked the possession of her daughter for near it. He turned round to his wife and girl and embraced the cheek "Aimed and hide I shall try and meet above with you two later " she broke loose from him and studied the eyes " it is it is not it? " It made a sign of head slowly.
"Is it the dark horseman?! If is-" Haldamir cuts it "Lúthien go and take the leave of Ember in a sure place" she sighed and looked profoundly in the eyes "I said up to death make us the part and I wanted to tell it" he smiled then frowned eyebrows by looking the attuned girl













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