The Spoken Wheel

by punkirish

What if home was all you wanted. Living life as a simpleton is all Lyriel ever dreams of. She is content with that as her destiny. But then a white horse finds her into the lowly outreaches of the world, what will this bode for Lyriel?

1. Prologue

I finally got about to figuring out a back story to Lyriel who is in Summer Lyre, the spinoff of Senashenta's Summer Flame...well here it goes. punkirish

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Though the face we wear
Sometimes seldom speaks
From the babe that cries
To this grown man's feet
May the hand still write
And its' heart shape keep
Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree

So I will pave this road till glory
Sets our broken spirit free
From every cross-soaked nail pours endless rain
With tears no eye should see
But they could fill our highest ocean
And the rivers in between
With every blade that flowers must grow
then drown
With love our cruelest sea
- The Spoken Wheel, Flogging Molly

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Prologue:

She stopped, fascinated by the sight. The lights of the night sky breathed fire, glowing for sparse minutes before sinking back into the stars. And Lyriel caught herself staring, staring at the beauty of the spectacle; greens, blues, and most often reds danced across her eyes.

"Wot, you doing girl? Get back to work, now, ye hear." The foreman's voice cracked and singed her fantasies.

Quickly, almost tripping over herself Lyriel clamored up the ladder again, back to work, and in the back of her mind, she wished, wished to be a farmer in his field watching the stars.