Becoming One
Once when Hydaelan was young
The Lady of Flame walked her face
And dreamed of love in the pale moonlight.
And far away, and farther,
A man of a forgotten land
Gazed at the stars-
And waited.
The Lady, she sighed, and
Prayed to the Lover bright.
"Please, sweetest lady, let me find my love tonight."
The Lover shone her brightest face
On the Lady of Flame and the man so far away,
And in her Light it was whispered,
"Wait, oh wait, and love you shall know."
And the years went by
And the moons and suns too
And the Spinner's loom kept spinning
And Fate found her way through.
The Lady of the Flame was lost
And the man with the forgotten land
Could not find his way.
Until they met one another
Under the light of the pale, pale moon.
It took only a moment
Their eyes met and could not look away
And their hearts expanded
And their minds were cleared
And that is how two
Became One.
Two Sisters- A story of Menphina and Azeyma
Long ago, when the stars in the skies were grains of sand and visible all the time, Azeyma and Menphina went a-walking. Â Their father, Althyk, was out wandering, seeing to his newest creation- Hydaelyn.
The sisters stood on the cool sands of the twilight and each took to pointing out their favorite stars. Â Azeyma loved the brightest- those whose fire was so bright they dwarfed the stars around them, but Menphina loved the smaller stars, those not as bright but brilliant when compared to the dark.
It did not take long before the sisters began to argue the merits of their stars-of-choice. Â "-My- stars are so bright they light everything around them!" Azeyma cried, while Menphina objected, "Yes, but -my- stars are all the more important because of the darkness!"
And back and forth they quarrelled, their voices growing louder as they proclaimed their love for their stars. Â At last, they stood facing one another, nose to nose, their eyes blazing.
"MY STARS are better because they are brighter!" Â Azeyma yelled. Â "Oh yeah?! Â Well MY STARS are better because they more GENTLE!" Menphina yelled back.
"ENOUGH!" cried a voice that made both sisters tremble in shame. Â Before them stood their aunt, the great goddess Nymeia, Weaver and guardian of fate.
The sisters quailed before the great goddess and her veil of white. Â She stood tall before them in her anger. Â "You are both gifted by your father to know the value of light! Â Do not shame his gift by quarrelling over it's relative merits."Â
She pointed at Azeyma. Â "You, you are the elder and yet you do not have the wisdom to know that just because a light is softer does not mean it is lesser. Â As punishment, you shall cross the world's face for 12 bells, and your light shall be so bright that the people of Hydaelyn will fear it."
The great goddess then pointed at Menphina. Â "Though you are the younger, you should have had the wisdom to see that just because a light is more brilliant, does not mean it is not also gentle. Your punishment shall be to cross the world at odds to your sister, and in your soft light the people of Hydaelyn will grow lost and confused."
"Until you both have grown wisdom, doomed you are to meet but twice a day- and then the light shall be of the stars you both cherish."
As the goddess of fate faded away, the sisters rose to their new positions- Azeyma, the sun, Menphina, the moon. Â And as they rose they wept for they knew their aunt was harsh but fair.
In time, the sisters learned- their dawn and twilight meetings found each a little wiser every day. Â Azeyma became known as the Warden, for soon she was able to dim her light until it was not death to the people, but life and nourishment.
And Menphina became known as the Lover, for she learned to glow a little brighter, and in her light the people came together, to dance and sing and love.
And their father, wisest and eldest of gods, smiled.
Greenwoods- a song of the Shroud
The sweet winds blow
In the trees for me
And in their song I hear
The call of home
Of the trees I know
Where never knew I fear
The seas are green and red and gold
Here in my forest home
And in the night the stars alight
And guide me with their glow
Sing, sing, oh leaves of home
Sing me your greenwoods song!
And in the night, by the fire's light,
I'll never be alone...
The beasts of home they know my name
the streams and rivers too
And when I hunt, or sleep, or sing
greenwoods i think of you
Sing sing oh leaves of home
Sing me your greenwoods song!
And in the night
By the stars bright light,
I'll never be alone
Nay I'll never be alone
The Lady and the Knight
In days of yoreÂ
And ages pastÂ
There was a beautiful Hyur lass.
Her hair was goldÂ
Spun pure and fineÂ
And her lips were red As darkest wine.
The maiden fairÂ
She loved a knightÂ
And she would sing In her delight.
Her love was strong,Â
And good and bold,Â
He feared no man...Â
And loved not gold.
The father of the ladyÂ
Despised the KnightÂ
For he held no powerÂ
No political might.
He forbid his daughterÂ
With her hair of goldÂ
To meet with the knightÂ
So good and bold.
But their love was trueÂ
And no passing cloudÂ
So no man could forbidÂ
What the gods had allowed.
The knight and the ladyÂ
Fled the kingdom in the night T
heir love was their beaconÂ
An endless light.
And if one day in the forestÂ
A bird alights thereÂ
On the simple thatched roofÂ
Of a quiet lair.
He would see a ladyÂ
Her hair so gold and fairÂ
Embracing her knightÂ
And they are happy there.
Song of Sastasha
In the caverns of Sastasha
A pirate crew invaded
Women and men fell
To swords and axes heavy-bladed.
The Father called together
Adventurers brave and bold
Into the depths they leapt
For honor, glory, and gold.
The axe-maiden stood before them
The Father stood between
The swordsman and the pikeman
Their blades shone with a killing sheen.
Into the depths they wandered
Into the lion's roar
The pirates they encounted
They fought and fell to the floor.
A mighty Coeurl pawed the stone
And roared his hunger, loudly,
The axe, the sword, the pike,
And the Father felled it proudly.
The pirates were no challenge
To friends and colleagues brave and bold
They fought the mate and Captain
And sent them to the 'hold.
At last, the challenge came forward
A beastman, a Sahagin tall and fell,
The axe-maiden fought with valor
And the Father healed her well-Â
The swordsman slashed and parried
And the pikeman stabbed it true
The Sahagin wailed, and fought, and died.
And the comrades followed through.
When at last they returned and their story told
They proved themselves comrades, so brave and bold.
Once when Hydaelan was young
The Lady of Flame walked her face
And dreamed of love in the pale moonlight.
And far away, and farther,
A man of a forgotten land
Gazed at the stars-
And waited.
The Lady, she sighed, and
Prayed to the Lover bright.
"Please, sweetest lady, let me find my love tonight."
The Lover shone her brightest face
On the Lady of Flame and the man so far away,
And in her Light it was whispered,
"Wait, oh wait, and love you shall know."
And the years went by
And the moons and suns too
And the Spinner's loom kept spinning
And Fate found her way through.
The Lady of the Flame was lost
And the man with the forgotten land
Could not find his way.
Until they met one another
Under the light of the pale, pale moon.
It took only a moment
Their eyes met and could not look away
And their hearts expanded
And their minds were cleared
And that is how two
Became One.
Two Sisters- A story of Menphina and Azeyma
Long ago, when the stars in the skies were grains of sand and visible all the time, Azeyma and Menphina went a-walking. Â Their father, Althyk, was out wandering, seeing to his newest creation- Hydaelyn.
The sisters stood on the cool sands of the twilight and each took to pointing out their favorite stars. Â Azeyma loved the brightest- those whose fire was so bright they dwarfed the stars around them, but Menphina loved the smaller stars, those not as bright but brilliant when compared to the dark.
It did not take long before the sisters began to argue the merits of their stars-of-choice. Â "-My- stars are so bright they light everything around them!" Azeyma cried, while Menphina objected, "Yes, but -my- stars are all the more important because of the darkness!"
And back and forth they quarrelled, their voices growing louder as they proclaimed their love for their stars. Â At last, they stood facing one another, nose to nose, their eyes blazing.
"MY STARS are better because they are brighter!" Â Azeyma yelled. Â "Oh yeah?! Â Well MY STARS are better because they more GENTLE!" Menphina yelled back.
"ENOUGH!" cried a voice that made both sisters tremble in shame. Â Before them stood their aunt, the great goddess Nymeia, Weaver and guardian of fate.
The sisters quailed before the great goddess and her veil of white. Â She stood tall before them in her anger. Â "You are both gifted by your father to know the value of light! Â Do not shame his gift by quarrelling over it's relative merits."Â
She pointed at Azeyma. Â "You, you are the elder and yet you do not have the wisdom to know that just because a light is softer does not mean it is lesser. Â As punishment, you shall cross the world's face for 12 bells, and your light shall be so bright that the people of Hydaelyn will fear it."
The great goddess then pointed at Menphina. Â "Though you are the younger, you should have had the wisdom to see that just because a light is more brilliant, does not mean it is not also gentle. Your punishment shall be to cross the world at odds to your sister, and in your soft light the people of Hydaelyn will grow lost and confused."
"Until you both have grown wisdom, doomed you are to meet but twice a day- and then the light shall be of the stars you both cherish."
As the goddess of fate faded away, the sisters rose to their new positions- Azeyma, the sun, Menphina, the moon. Â And as they rose they wept for they knew their aunt was harsh but fair.
In time, the sisters learned- their dawn and twilight meetings found each a little wiser every day. Â Azeyma became known as the Warden, for soon she was able to dim her light until it was not death to the people, but life and nourishment.
And Menphina became known as the Lover, for she learned to glow a little brighter, and in her light the people came together, to dance and sing and love.
And their father, wisest and eldest of gods, smiled.
Greenwoods- a song of the Shroud
The sweet winds blow
In the trees for me
And in their song I hear
The call of home
Of the trees I know
Where never knew I fear
The seas are green and red and gold
Here in my forest home
And in the night the stars alight
And guide me with their glow
Sing, sing, oh leaves of home
Sing me your greenwoods song!
And in the night, by the fire's light,
I'll never be alone...
The beasts of home they know my name
the streams and rivers too
And when I hunt, or sleep, or sing
greenwoods i think of you
Sing sing oh leaves of home
Sing me your greenwoods song!
And in the night
By the stars bright light,
I'll never be alone
Nay I'll never be alone
The Lady and the Knight
In days of yoreÂ
And ages pastÂ
There was a beautiful Hyur lass.
Her hair was goldÂ
Spun pure and fineÂ
And her lips were red As darkest wine.
The maiden fairÂ
She loved a knightÂ
And she would sing In her delight.
Her love was strong,Â
And good and bold,Â
He feared no man...Â
And loved not gold.
The father of the ladyÂ
Despised the KnightÂ
For he held no powerÂ
No political might.
He forbid his daughterÂ
With her hair of goldÂ
To meet with the knightÂ
So good and bold.
But their love was trueÂ
And no passing cloudÂ
So no man could forbidÂ
What the gods had allowed.
The knight and the ladyÂ
Fled the kingdom in the night T
heir love was their beaconÂ
An endless light.
And if one day in the forestÂ
A bird alights thereÂ
On the simple thatched roofÂ
Of a quiet lair.
He would see a ladyÂ
Her hair so gold and fairÂ
Embracing her knightÂ
And they are happy there.
Song of Sastasha
In the caverns of Sastasha
A pirate crew invaded
Women and men fell
To swords and axes heavy-bladed.
The Father called together
Adventurers brave and bold
Into the depths they leapt
For honor, glory, and gold.
The axe-maiden stood before them
The Father stood between
The swordsman and the pikeman
Their blades shone with a killing sheen.
Into the depths they wandered
Into the lion's roar
The pirates they encounted
They fought and fell to the floor.
A mighty Coeurl pawed the stone
And roared his hunger, loudly,
The axe, the sword, the pike,
And the Father felled it proudly.
The pirates were no challenge
To friends and colleagues brave and bold
They fought the mate and Captain
And sent them to the 'hold.
At last, the challenge came forward
A beastman, a Sahagin tall and fell,
The axe-maiden fought with valor
And the Father healed her well-Â
The swordsman slashed and parried
And the pikeman stabbed it true
The Sahagin wailed, and fought, and died.
And the comrades followed through.
When at last they returned and their story told
They proved themselves comrades, so brave and bold.
