“The time has come,” she said softly. “Ammana Tullu has chosen a new Keeper. You, Eran, must learn its language.”
Mira placed a hand on Eran’s shoulder. “We will need more than words,” she whispered. “We need the old rituals, the songs of the first keepers, and the courage of the valley’s children.” ammana tullu
“Ammana, hear our plea, From root to crown, set us free. Let darkness flee, let light renew, We bind our hearts, we bind anew.” “The time has come,” she said softly