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Friday, November 23, 2007
Eluena
Yesteryears of yesterdays
Amidst the stormy heaven fell a blazing inferno of elaborate sun, stretched upon the canvas of sky as a single streak of fire falling from the heavens rapidly towards the everlasting earth washed fresh in midsummer’s cried tears. Farm land greeted the gentle eyes, dotted with ages of barns and forgotten sanctuaries. This is how it all started.
As the fallen star fell from the sky, it’s descent was witnessed by a bothered woman with emerald eyes and brilliant ebony hair in which was reflected the glory of the moon herself; silvery beams of brilliance subtly hinted in tears of fabric sewed together carelessly to make a makeshift tunic which hung limply on the beautiful woman’s graceful shoulders. Her mouth, such a delicate thing or peach red, twisted firmly into lines of worry as she raced swiftly against the wind towards the endless falling object, reaching it’s destination just moments before it pelted into the earth with a sickening cry of despair and pain.
For leagues across, the shriek which accompanied the fallen fires contact with the earth, could be heard in painful remembrance, though no one but that single woman was there to hear the cry; her arms working quickly to come to the aid of the poor creature.
Tears echoed from her eyes and she could not hold the gasp and pause as the dissipating dust opened to reveal the fiery wings and blazing feathers of a phoenix.
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Seven long weeks, seven days split seven and then split into nights when the silver ruler would glance upon the realm from her blankets if wispy clouds and cast dancing shadows of darkness upon all she gazed. But only moments of knowing the truth.
The strong ebony haired woman, so string and caring, was crying mournfully upon the banister post of the old country cottage surrounded by bubbling brook and washed stones, the same farmland, the same scenery from which she had rescued what was later discovered to be a phoenix. Oh how the world works in mysterious ways.
This woman had always know her fate, for it had been implanted in her mind by the great ones to ensure her knowledge of what was destined to be seen as good in the almighty eyes of gazers; to ensure the protection and proper use of magic and it’s elements. And this, as she sorrowfully knew, was not part of her fate, though she wished badly enough to allow herself to be caught in the act of sin against magic, a sin against the lost prophecy stored into her expanding mind. For she was in love. As I said, this is how it started.
So powerful in the happenstance of requiring hidden knowledge remained the last shape shifter of phoenix race, his blood concentrated across dieing lines of blood, the last almighty power bestowed in him. A vessel to power, a vessel to her heart. But to allow herself such foolishness would surely bring damnation upon the world on which she was to protect. Could she allow herself this one last indulgence before she flied gracefully from this realm with her pride intact?
As she cried silently, arms of tattooed strength wrapped lankly around her shuddering shoulders, the arms of a phoenix shape shifter which burned her soul with a single touch. This was how it progressed.
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She was crying again, tears of joy as the new born babe rested playfully in her arms of mothers grace, a baby of red hair and emerald eyes. From afar the unspoken father watched his love play with their child in the field of lavender, it hade been nearly a year since his initial meeting with the fair maiden and he would do everything in his power to protect the ones he loves.
But sometimes love and strength are not enough to fight against fate.
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She had returned to the bleak black, but with tears freshly painted upon her face, torment of the soul enclosed her but it seemed the uncompassionate seer was not through with torturing her with the lose of life just yet, and she was suspended in limbo as words, verse, and prose rose from the ground and spiraled about in intricate waves, visible but invisible, heard and felt.
And so became the tale
Of the phoenix and fair maiden
With child of blood and earth
Ending without fail
The bloody remains of haven
Lost with new rebirth
One cannot fight destiny
But I suppose it’s good
She chose to fight for her child
Of ivory and of he
An epic tale of all they could
Protect the memories of when they smiled
Thus prophecy arose
Of the sea singers rose
Finding the last heir
Of her spirit fair
When such a child is born
Such a fate assigned forlorn
But she will rise and end
The years of darkness then.
But ending only which was started
When returned was spirit parted
In plain knowledge of such
Upon the magicians mind a touch.
Three hence shall span the price
cut down in battle with mighty slice,
and such shall be the price
for the blood of second shall suffice.
Finally she was released from torment, but with so much more to her thoughts then wanted.
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