The Seventh Country, Prologue Prologue
"...Why The Old Ones disappeared, we do not know, but several legends describe their savage ways of life. Some believe that a horrible plague took them, others that a great flood washed them away. Valick priests still claim that The Old Ones flew up to the skies above and settled themselves there..."
"What a pile of rubbish!"
The old historian shook his head and inked his pen once more. He was hunching over a pile of parchment in the far end of Vigmark's royal library. The king had requested that he, Notable Sarvos, put together all the old legends and stories of the known world. It was a hard task, to be sure, but the king had promised him such payment that he had found it impossible to refuse. In fact he always found it hard to refuse anything to royalty, especially regents. Now, however, he began to regret the whole thing. He was surrounded by rolls of parchment and old books. A sweet smell of antiquity and decay filled the room. He sneezed.
"Flew up to th