Sgeulachd sgream a 'bhàis
or The Story of the Death Scream
Long ago,
A Phobos belonging to the kin of Gun Aghaidh travelled the outside lands,
He hoped to visit a kind and just daonna,
An ally and good friend of the Faceless One.
However, upon drawing near to the kingdom in which the daonna resides,
He came across a devastated village,
Its houses burned, its residents slain, and its fields soaked in blood.
He searched the village in horror of the tragedy that befell it,
Among the dead were the bodies of slain soldiers,
The Faceless One recognised the armour as the one worn by the soldiers of the kingdom in which his friend resides in.
He found his friend among the dead,
His head cleaved off and displayed on a wooden spike in mockery,
Saddened by the discovery, the Faceless One mourned for his friend.
Among the devastation he found a survivor,
They told the Faceless One of a cruel king who marched his army upon the neighbouring kingdom,
Pillaging villages and slaying innocents on the way,
They told him that his friend was sent to protect the village but was overwhelmed by the sheer number of the evil enemy.
Infuriated, the Faceless One vowed to destroy the cruel king and his army,
The survivor asked how the Faceless One will destroy the king's pursuit since they were still marching upon his friend's kingdom and their numbers were large,
The Faceless One turned to the survivor and told him:
'This army shalt not be defeated by me alone but with the innocents those hast slain in the foolish pursuit for power.'
The Faceless One took the skull of his friend and carved a hole in the back of it,
He then soaked the skull with the blood of the innocent that flowed across the once green fields,
Placing the skull into his robe he pursued the king and his army.
He found the army besieging the walls of his friend's kingdom,
He saw the sicking eager grins of the soldiers and the bloodlust in the eyes of the cruel king.
From upon a hill, the Faceless One shouted at the evil army:
'O cruel king, thee who is't doth take pleasure in the deaths of the innocent, shalt now be haunted by their screams for the rest of thy mortal lives'.
Placing the skull to his lips, The Faceless One blew fear into the skull of his fallen friend and from its mouth came the screams of a thousand innocents that were taken to early.
Blood curdled, water froze, plants shrivel up and perished,
The screams of the innocent, so shrill and excruciating, entered their killers' ears and drove them mad,
The dead punished the king and the soldiers for all their misdeeds,
They scattered, trying to get away from the screams that echoed in their minds,
But the screams pursued them.
They will never no rest again.
The Faceless One buried his friend's skull in a field, making sure that he received an appropriate burial,
However, the Faceless One took the knowledge he discovered and took it back to the Phobos Clan,
His discovery became part of teachings of the Phobos and is today known as
The Death Scream.
(Except from the 'Leabhar a 'chinnidh phobos' written by the kin of the Gun Aghaidh. Acquired and translated from Timorin by Victor Soul.)