When Faith arrived at the edge of the space where she would face the enemy, she felt the armour was terribly heavy and cumbersome. She didn’t want to wear it, but she would be completely vulnerable without it. A group of little birds arrived. They were very similar to the sweet ones that always accompanied Mullum-Mullum. They told her that wearing the magic protective armour would do more harm than good.
“Take it off, take it off,” the little birds repeated.
Faith was reluctant to take off the armour as she would be instantly killed by the ferocious enemy as soon as she entered the arena. Nevertheless, something about the little birds was so pure and trustworthy. Besides, they seemed to be speaking for an ancient voice…
