Stay silent and listen to the sounds of the wind, and the whispered stories of the forest that surrounds you. Mighty tales that have long been forgotten and now only the winds know.
May they be the heroic tales of a man who upholds great honor or gains a mighty prize. A tale of bravery and courage and is a man for what most see as man they wish for all to see.
Or may the tales be that of sadness. Of the broken hearts that pieces have blown with the wind. The sadness of great loss the feeling of never seeing one of which you love again. Or of the great betrayal of one who you trusted to tell all to, the one to which you unburdened your heart to.
May the tales be that of history. Tales that speak of both great and horrible battles. Of the great and terrible ones that fell at the blades of their slayers.
These are the stories that have filled the air for generations. The stories of time, unchanged. These stories are for those who listen to the wind and hears it ancient language. The stories are there. For those who care to listen and understand.