subject: Holy birds [print this page] Gordon felt a little regret, but more anger this time. He swore to find the priest to figure out the situation and save Lucia, in which he could devote anything including his life. The circumstances resolved him to go. No destination, no guidance. Because the place for the white birds had always been a secret. As the emissary of the goddess, the white birds looked so harmony and peaceful and they were honored by the ancestor of villagers. No one knew where the white birds went when they were dying. So it's weird to see illyrina's death under a tree, it seemed more likely that it was some kind of accident. To memorize their friends, and recuperate their lost, Gordon and Lucia took Irillya's feathers to weave a beautiful bridal gowns. Glaring white light flashed on the bridal gowns, making other party dresses dim. They had ever been so satisfied with the gowns, but now there must be some secrets on that dress.
Gordon couldn't help considering many kinds of possibilities that could establish a casual relation ship between the lost of Lucia and death of Irillya. He could hardly forbid himself thinking who could be blamed for the death of illyrina, and if the one was Lucia what godess would do to the poor Lucia. However, if that was the case, Gordon believed that Lucia could never be blamed for the death of Irillya because she was such a nice girl. How could a kind girl do to her lovely friend Irillya. So a secret was covered, Gordon decided to find the priest firstly.
Illyria's death, Lucia's disappearance, misery things were surrounding Gordon's heart these day. Those all activated Gordon to seek for the truth. However, it was so cold in the mountains, Gordon could barely kept his temperature by moving forward very fast. It was said that the white birds' hole was in the deep mountain, and it was covered by grasses, so nobody could find it only with eyes. But nobody would search for proving it. Gordon waved a stick around to search the empty hole, and the day went dark with the time elapsing. Cold and hungry, Gordon regretted to be so hurried that no food and kindling was brought along. Feeling more and more desperate, there came low voice "Woo-Hoo-Goo-Qee" nearby. So Gordon tracked the voice to find the resourse, steady and quietly.
