I.

A figure great; about to fall. The air stands still on this night.

In age primordial. More ancients cluster round the Queen.

Whose gaze beset; now barely vibrant. Her glory demeaned.

Skin pale as snow, beyond her sacred hue. Her wounds now bite.

Throughout the Outerworld, echoes and spirits rage with tales,

Hearsay or rumour. How doth she fall? The Scheming Witch now trails

The path of defeat. For now, she still stands before facing the light.

What shall her victor’s verdict be? What dest’ny do they invite?

II.

“Thy life forfeit for all thy sins!” bellowed the voice of Krikashe.

“Led us astray have thee, Aurianne! Both thee and thy sister shall pay

The toll of folly, of avarice: gaze at thine array

Of crimes. Thou’st turned the Outerworld into a desert of ash!”

The Shrewd Baron with blade in hand, now spoke to all who’d attend:

“Her immortal soul I’ll give to thee, who’d renounce thy descent.”

All suitors came with bountiful claims, and oft they would clash.

None other as strong as Chief Audar, who won the soul in a flash!

III.

With haste the Grandstand begins to crumble as the Sisters fall.

The chief with child in arms awaits the arrival of one.

A voice inside his head now speaks. Her tone is grand but stunned,

She speaks of the sky, sea, land, of wind and flow. An attempt to enthral

Her host’s mind before she’s even born into this life.

But the chief knows one does not trust a goddess with lies so rife.

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She finally asks: “To whom would I serve and into their fate befall?”

The chief looks down t’wards his child: “Ríona is what your host you’ll call!”

IV.

The flow began to seep from every crevice on her skin.

Slowly yet surely, her husk would be filled by a spirit guest.

The goddess dipped and weaved her soul with the child now blessed

By all her gifts. The host would bear the weight of their godly twin.

Before all eyes the goddess’ frame would burn to crisp and perish,

And in her wake, she made herself a promise so nightmarish

That even the most courageous souls would not think to change or trade-in

Their life for a chance at the powers of a god. Such roads all led to sin.

V.

“Dear little one, I’ve come to make my presence recognized!”

“I appear to thee as the mightiest. My knowledge wide in range

And my wisdom clear!” exclaimed the goddess proudly with an estranged

Demeanour about her. The void remained empty and sized

Beyond the grasp of even the divine. But not a sound

was spoken in return; now she knew where her fate was bound.

The fires and waters would fight with grace but only be chastised

And struggle till the dusk of light yet be by time revised.

VI.

And though she’d rage, and though she’d scream into the barren void

No word was spoken in return. She’d wait, and wait, and wait

For anyone to answer back and finally take the bait.

But after months of silent torture, the goddess was left devoid.

Despite the poise she did possess, when sounds came from the spirit,

She did rejoice and whispered back, though words still incoherent.

“Rest now little one, let me, mighty Aurianne avoid

Any and all troubles that may get both of us destroyed”