There is a saying that goes, one only has a single life time. Some are shorter than others, but in the end there are no second chances. Many believed that to be the world's one and only truth. If it wasn't for a story that has been passed down for generations, we would have too.
When I first heard the story of the Sage of Time, I had just meet her. The one who has the power of heart and love will overcome time itself and bring their fallen hero back from the dark. They will travel through the realm of the gods to search for the one who has such abilities. Only once proven worthy will they find their wish granted.
It had been a year and a half since she died. It wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to be married and have a happily ever after. Unfortunately, fate had other plans
Before we left in search for the Sage, her father confronted me with gifts wishing me well travel. A silver pendant with her family crest, the one that she wore every day before she passed. And, a black tunic, with the markings of someone on the passage to a ritual of the dead. Both were symbolic, and proved to provide much needed morality when we were down on our luck on our first step of our journey: To the Realm of the Gods.
The realm of the gods was said to be at the end of the world. And from a logical standpoint, it was.
The realm was an endless forest of ancient towering trees. Their branches Started almost three stories up, and the leaves were so plentiful that they let only slivers of light through the canopy. The ground was mostly level, and the roots didn't spread wide, but deep, as if feeding off of the life of the earth itself.
We all thought that Journey to the forest itself would be the most difficult, and on the way it seemed like it too. But, fate had a twist in mind.