The Wiseman sighed deeply when he reached the porch of his small wooden house. He had made this trip hundreds of times, always without result. Once again he returned sad and disappointed. Why wouldn’t they listen? Why wouldn’t they understand?

Tough and exhausting, the trip to the other side of the lake had become ever more gruelling over the years. And yesterday, once again, The Eagles had refused to listen… “We need no truce with The Hunters and we never will” was the answer he had received so many times. …