Just a little introductory note. The Nebali story is this little piece of Fanfiction I've had in my head for about 4 years. It's a long story, about a morph (Note about that: when I saw morph in this story, I mean someone who can change form, not someone like Ephidel) named Phipi. The first long chapter of the Nebali story is about how Phipi inadvertently started the Scouring. Enjoy, and only review if you have something good to say.
The Nebali Story: Chapter 1, Part 1: Preface
Here is a tale, old as it is
nay passed down, for it is my tale
and as long as I have lived, this tale
will stay with me; I will take it to my grave.
So, my tale starts, long ago, on the continent
called Elibe. This is before that war,
that war that has defined Elibe since.
This story starts when upon Elibe
three morphs came. These,
they were three great morphs,
destined to fight against each other
for foreign lands.
Bramimond, the morph, was considered
the most famous of the three.
Fallen in the Shrine of Seals.
most sacred of site in Bern.
Zekartarius, fell in the house of Elimine,
the great prophetess.
Lastly, Phipi, fell on the shores near Pherae,
that great house of lords such as Roland,
the valorous knight.
This is the beginning of the story of Phipi,
ruler of the morphs, whose destiny was to unfold.
Phipi, while born on the shores near Pherae,
this morph was never a Pheraean.
Upon birth, Phipi was found by house Worde,
searching all of Lycia for a maiden, for use in sacrifice.
Coming up empty, the great Marquess of Worde shouted,
shouted into the air, "If no maiden will accept the fate of
being a sacrificial lamb; one should show now, just one
unwise girl, of any age, and may she say that the weather
is dark!"
With these words, these wise words from Marquess Worde,
slayer of chickens, the body of Phipi, lifeless on the beach
suddenly appeared as a beautiful young woman,
rivaling those of Etruria, and she walked to the Marquess,
fainting, with only the words,
"I am Phyllis, the lonely wanderer."
leaving her lips. The Marquess laughed; a vile laugh,
and went to take his new found sacrifice.
But Phylllis, she shrunk her size and went back
to being Phipi, appearing as only a baby to the Marquess.
So the Marquess took Phipi to Worde, announcing to the people
that they had a sacrifice.
He dressed the young morph in the finest gowns,
training her in sacrificial dances. So,
for seventeen years Phipi took the form of
Phyllis, the one who would die.
On her seventeenth year, Phyllis was taken to a back-corner
of the castle by a hand-maiden.
The hand-maiden gave Phyllis a parchment; on this parchment the
hand-maiden wrote ancient words to an ancient spell.
Handing Phyllis the parchment, she uttered,
"The words will help you, but only if you say them in great danger.
You are not meant to die in the belly of a monstrous beast,
but to destroy those that plague the land."
With those words, the hand-maiden disappeared,
leaving Phyllis to hold such an ancient parchment.
She looked at the words and she memorized them.
These words, not only words of magic,
but words that brought memories, ones that never existed.
She sewed a pocket in the inside of her gowns,
just in case she needed that parchment at any time.
As such, months passed; on the seventh month from the
seventeenth birthday of Phyllis, the morph who would die,
Phyllis was taken on a caravan to the Nabata desert,
where she was to finally meet the one who would devour her.