“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”
Here lies the prophecy reforged.
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Prophecy of the Victor Chosen: From the Bright Lands
“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”
From the Bright Lands, Elvish armies march under these words.
Prophecy of the Victor Chosen: From the Grim Regions
“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”
From the Grim Regions, Elvish armies march under these words.
The Four Seasons
Since it has been far too long since any adventurer has recorded that they dueled in riddles against a dragon, here is a simple riddle about the four seasons that doubles as a sneak peek into my upcoming novel: “The Rise of Magmartan,” where one such duel takes place.
The Paladin Debutante
Beauty emblazoned in battle / Bladed, balanced, and brazen / The bane of curses blooms / Colored as the sakura…
Orange
The color of decay / Is not grey, / As mold or dust, / For neither rust, / As autumn’s beast bellows, / And from its maw, rainfall flows…
Silent Tears
Weary from the constraints of society, / Conformity, and its misaligned propriety, / Where truth is lost in the desperate chaos…
Too Many To-Dos
A myriad of necessities / Scatter like loose embers, / Float away from me, / As I gather them, / Slip through the gaps / Between my fingers, / For I have only two hands…
Harpaphe Haydeniana
A many-legged, miniscule marauder, / A stealthy, silent soldier, / Feeds upon the decaying and the dead. / With a mouthful of rusty needles, / He fertilizes the forest floor, / Decorates his shiny, black, skeletal armor, / With mustard-yellow war paint, / Warns away the furry, bucktoothed giants, / And the feathered, beaked pilots, / Tempted to pierce and crack / The forest infantryman’s bony plates, / And receive a mouthful of cyanide…
Mourning the Moonlight Switch
I pity those who cross my path / When the moon insights my wrath / I never plan to wound my friends / I cannot say what the wolf intends…