No one believed Nunu could be a hero, not even the other Notai children, who teased him for his flute when they now had daggers. He even met their leader, Lissandra, who asked countless questions about his mother’s stories, always seeking information about one particular song. He yearned to be one of these heroes, a warrior like the Frostguard, who could have saved his mother. Nunu spent more and more time alone, escaping into his mother’s songs-the legends and heroes of old. They weren’t even impressed when he showed them the flute he now called Svellsongur-the name of a mighty blade existing only in his imagination. Nunu missed his mother desperately, but the Frostguard assured him no child could safely search for her. Nunu was left to wonder what happened to Layka, waiting to hear her songs on the wind. Dragged to safety by a band of Frostguard, the surviving Notai children were taken to a village near their towering citadel. When the caravan was attacked by raiders, Nunu was separated from his mother. In the safety of their cart, the two bundled together and followed the knotted string that served as Layka’s heart-song, recording everywhere they’d been together, as the years came and went. On his fifth nameday, Layka gave Nunu a special gift: a flute, so he could learn to play her melodies himself. Riding the wave of frost spilling from Anivia’s wings, his heart beating the rhythm of a jubilant song, Nunu’s world was full of possibility. With music and dance, the Notai brought one last celebration to everyone they met, as each winter’s chill set in. ![]() ![]() For Nunu, nothing was better than journeying from village to village, hearing his mother sing of ancient heroes. Together, they gathered tales that Layka turned into songs. ![]() "One of the Notai, a nomadic tribe that long traveled the Freljord, Nunu learned from his mother, Layka, that behind every thing is a story.
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