The Last Words

I am Y'lontwien, minister of the 1000 eyes, child of the somber rivers. Bring me my sword. As I take one last glimpse of the worlds womb that is my cradle, I am humbled and awake. Her illustrious majesty calms me, soothes my spirit wounds and washes the mud from my veins.

I am Y'twiel born of the secret music. Let my roar fill your ears and strengthen your hearts, for tonight we dine in death upon the sacred bones of our earth-mother, blessed be thy name.

Rejoice now for they who thrice blessed the crystal pillars and wept for their sundering are with us. As we charge deep into the foul oceans that lie beyond, remember that we are children of the stars great whisperer and be uplifted.

I am Y'lontwi.

Bring me my sword.

Before the Battle

There he stood, ten thousand at his back, tusks thrust towards the dawn sky. Before him, a great sea of unknown beasts hissed and spat, and their cries licked at the skies tender wounds. But they were silent to me. The air was empty, swallowed up by the slow, steady breath of the battle to come. In his hand, the secret star burned with a tremendous fury and he raised it in bloody defiance of the old rotting king. Then I spoke.

"I am Kulitan, child of the Sacred Mother. See me and let this form fill your hearts with the horror of her great vengeance."

All was still and silent. Even the crooked branches of the great forest ceased their endless dance and were frozen.

He spoke a second time, his voice a roar.

"I am the wielder of the great shining silver, watcher of the Ulündirri, Pilgrim of the sacred song." "I have walked twice away and back again through the shallow halls of the center-heart and felt the deep drum as my own." "Let the blood of my fury water sweet Urnyas bones and grow grand blossoms from the drink."

There came a great thundering from the tusks. For they loved their king and their hearts were awakened by his roar. Clear shimmering hooves stomped the ground and once tranquil pools became as cruel and ever changing as the star-seas.

"By my right I ride fire and wonder. See me now and be at once awake with glorious music. My voice is cruel, heavy thunder and my breath, a summer storm. As I feed my heart to the rechid abyss, let your ears be opened and filled with sweet song. Understand the secret verse and do the same. Let our host be forever rusted in the blood spilt this day."

The Battle

The great beast thundered and bellowed, rattling the center-heart as it went. Its form was that of a vast, dead forest that sat upon 6 foul pillars. Upon its neck was a cruel and twisted flesh-name, made as a mocking visage of the Old Sleeper.

I stood before it on the small hill that faces the unknown east, as I do now and you will do before my second song.

"Hail Droknahiim, majesty of mountains and father of mud, for you are mightiest of all Her spurned. You are the drinker of crystals blood and the darkness found in all minds eye. But I am born of the true star and the mud cannot pollute my veins. I have walked the many spaces between songs and feasted upon the sweet drink within. Now I stand to face my end. Let our glorious music dismantle this place that is ours and shape it a new."

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I drew in breath and let loose a mighty roar. The sky danced above in perfect confusion as the great battle commenced. The echoes of sword against foul hide shook the mountains and split the ground, causing Uurnyas blood to spill beneath our feet. For 100 years I fought the great beast with sword and song.I fell apon him again and again, each strike a cataclysm. My blade gleamed with pale starlight as it cut both flesh and stone, and drank of the putrid mud that oozed from many wounds. Upon this very hill is where we struck our final chord. Our great music left the world scarred and barren beyond repair. Upon seeing what had become of her favorite child, Y'lontwi Star Mother let loose her fullest and most terrible power. The sky trembled and was split. A great chorus of light divine poured forth and grasped the land, which was uprooted then from its heart and pulled into the sky. Suddenly my eyes were not my own for I could see everything. I could see myself. Slowly all became one and then, was nothing. I peered deep into the dark mindless space and began my dance alone. I have wandered countless nights in the timeless halls since then but only now am I truly awake.

The Last Note

And during that time, known now as the long morning, all was not how it should be, but was how it could be. Long prisms of splendor stretched across the sky and left ripples in the fire there like fingers drawn through water. Then the sky became a great swirling flame of colors known and not, whose many bodies danced in and out of one another with grace divine. The ground began to shake with such force, that all cities, both grand and small, were turned to piles of ash and dust. Out of the earth grew forth the great twisting roots of the Ulundiri, which went upwards to the sky and became locked with the pillars there until the world itself became a labyrinth of roots and fire. It was this way until the tears of Shi Y'lontwi watered the scorched ground and tuned the heart to a new song. But this end would not be for some time.

And so, as the fire danced its endless dance and the world sat idle in its tomb of glass, the hope of Her Children dwindled and was gone. One by one, their starlit eyes were blackened by the sky until they were absent of all light and their mouths, once mighty vessels of truth and wonder, grew dry and silent. They were lost and afraid and they trembled before the sky with outstretched arms. They begged for an end to their great tragedy, a silent plea unknown to be already in motion. As they continued to gaze into the darkness before them, their eyes were met with visions of the truth and it was understood. There were some however, who denied the cruelty of their cage and sought instead to understand it. They chose not to take their eyes and mouth and chose instead to use them. With great wonder they watched the twirling dancers in the sky and saw how they moved between the fingers in endless motion. They began to mimic the slow swirling movements, letting their forms be that of fire. They moved through the spaces in the pillars and as they did, their eyes were open to a new truth and their hearts were tuned to a new song.