An Unbreakable Bond Celtic Fantasy Music

I present to you, my latest melancholic little tune. Some sections felt homely, and safe, and some with a bit of danger, much like ... In the hush of evening, when the sun folds itself into the arms of the earth, she sits among the wildflowers — guardian of stories ... At the edge of day, she stands alone with a lantern cupped against the cold, its flame steady where the world grows quiet. They say the curse was mercy. Once, she laughed in summer fields, and he stood beside her — bright-eyed, reckless, sworn to ... The old folk around these hills will tell you something strange about the moon, if the fire's low and the night's quiet enough. Long before the Bastion bore that name, the valley belonged to a gentler people. They followed the tilt of the seasons, read the ...

A lone figure stands where wildflowers meet snow and time slows to a breath. Petals fall beside ancient stone, and the mountain ... He knows this ridge by the way the wind breaks on it. Not by sight - those have changed - but by the smell of crushed heather ... At the edge of a silent lake, she lingers beneath a sky of fading gold. Light drifts across the water, gathering in grasses and distant ... The commander no longer counts the days. The wind has stripped that habit from him, as it stripped the banners from their spears. The world once ended quietly - so quietly most people hardly noticed. It was many years ago, on a morning scholars had long ... Steam curls above an open ledger; lanterns hum softly; somewhere, a fox merchant counts not coins, but calming leaves.