"The bird belongs to the sky, and its song belongs to the earth," Hamsor said, appearing from the shadows.

Knowing he couldn't take the bird by force from the watchful Hamsor, the merchant waited for the festival of . During this time, the villagers would celebrate the harvest, and Hamsor would lead the dance in the town square. The Flight of the Zare

Hamsor Baglar was a man of few words, his hands calloused from decades of tending to the vines. His vineyard, known to the locals as the "Heart of the Mountain," produced grapes that tasted of sunlight and wild honey. But Hamsor had a secret: he was the keeper of a sacred bird, the (The Golden Bird).