Disclaimer! Velgarth is Misty's! Only a couple of characters and the plot
line are mine!
Yes, this is written with permission from Senashenta. Don't flame me about it. She's actually been poking me to get it up! Winged Companions forever!
The story is maybe 50 years after Vanyel dies. We are not going to see Bard Stefen. I just can't work that in. The prophecy is about 75 years after Valdemar's founding.
Muse responsible: Chaesa
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Prophecy
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Long ago, in a time of need
Wings of Fire graced one steed
Not truly a steed; Companion, twas,
She was born for a noble cause.
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And when she reared, her wings would blaze
Bringing hope of better days
That day in Karse, she flew on high
A living banner on the sky
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Valdemar pressed ever forth
A hammer from the angered North
But one lone Karsite stood and shot-
The arrow sped as fast as thought-
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The Northern army held their breath
The arrow sped into her chest
Her wings flared, bright as the sun
Her Chosen screamed as the fall begun.
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With her dying breath she dove down
Wings ablaze against the brown
She fell into the Karsite ranks
Wings a-beating by her flanks
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Then she died, and Valdemar mourned
Her grave by many flowers adorned
Her spirit sped to the Havens once more
Along with the Chosen she adored
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But with her dying breath, her Chosen spoke
Words covering the battlefield like a cloak
Not only in words, but also in mind
Her meaning never hard to find:
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"Though now we've left, ever march on
For even when hope seems far past gone
We will watch from the Havens high
Kind eyes will guard you from the sky."
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"But when arises the need so great
Our spirits from the Havens await
And then in Valdemar's greatest pain-
The Wings of White Fire shall rise again!"
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So. That's the prophecy. Story will pick up when this Companion's spirit is reborn. 50 years after Vanyel dies. If you think this is even a remotely interesting story, review! I was sorta lacking for rhymes in a few places, but oh well. RhymeZone helped. A lot. Um...whether you liked or not, review!
No, you're not dreaming, Senashenta!
Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses
Yes, this is written with permission from Senashenta. Don't flame me about it. She's actually been poking me to get it up! Winged Companions forever!
The story is maybe 50 years after Vanyel dies. We are not going to see Bard Stefen. I just can't work that in. The prophecy is about 75 years after Valdemar's founding.
Muse responsible: Chaesa
-------------------------------------
Prophecy
~-~-~
Long ago, in a time of need
Wings of Fire graced one steed
Not truly a steed; Companion, twas,
She was born for a noble cause.
---------------
And when she reared, her wings would blaze
Bringing hope of better days
That day in Karse, she flew on high
A living banner on the sky
-------------------------
Valdemar pressed ever forth
A hammer from the angered North
But one lone Karsite stood and shot-
The arrow sped as fast as thought-
---------------------------
The Northern army held their breath
The arrow sped into her chest
Her wings flared, bright as the sun
Her Chosen screamed as the fall begun.
-----------------------------
With her dying breath she dove down
Wings ablaze against the brown
She fell into the Karsite ranks
Wings a-beating by her flanks
---------------------------------
Then she died, and Valdemar mourned
Her grave by many flowers adorned
Her spirit sped to the Havens once more
Along with the Chosen she adored
---------------------------------
But with her dying breath, her Chosen spoke
Words covering the battlefield like a cloak
Not only in words, but also in mind
Her meaning never hard to find:
-----------------------------------
"Though now we've left, ever march on
For even when hope seems far past gone
We will watch from the Havens high
Kind eyes will guard you from the sky."
------------------------------------
"But when arises the need so great
Our spirits from the Havens await
And then in Valdemar's greatest pain-
The Wings of White Fire shall rise again!"
-------------------------------------------
So. That's the prophecy. Story will pick up when this Companion's spirit is reborn. 50 years after Vanyel dies. If you think this is even a remotely interesting story, review! I was sorta lacking for rhymes in a few places, but oh well. RhymeZone helped. A lot. Um...whether you liked or not, review!
No, you're not dreaming, Senashenta!
Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses