The SpellBorn

A Tale of the History And

Recordings of The SpellBorn.

Pt. 1 - The Begining

I was just a child when I

Received my first sword.

Practiced everyday until

my arms got sore.

I knew that I would grow

up as the warriors kind.

Strengthening my body

and preparing my mind.

Bards would sing about me

as the wine would flow.

Village children follow

me where ever I go.

Life as a swordsman,

An explorer, and a knight.

Fighting for my King, and

fighting things that prey at night.

Invaders flee and cowards

run, when they see my steel.

You know it's me, the only

one, with the Dragon's seal.

When I was just a baby

I was found next to a rock.

No ordinary rock,

and I was not part of the flock.

A stranger in a strange land,

I know not where I'm from.

Everything's a mystery,

I leave the sages dumb.

The only thing t'was

found with me, the rock that

which was forged.

It took the hottest of all

fires, to make it glow

bright orange.

No other earthly element

was stronger than my blade.

They cracked the shell

that cast a spell, that carries 

on today.

The mark on my skin, my birth rite,

like ye ole tales of old.

I am The Spellborn.

An ancient prophecy unfolds.

Pt. 2 - The Escape

I was fast asleep when piercing

screams filled the night.

I had to rub my eyes because

the flames were so bright.

I stood in awe as bright orange 

pillars of fire touched the sky.

My sword in hand, my steed

crossed land, I watched my

village die.

Adrenalin In our veins, as 

pounding hooves on earth collide.

I clench tight on the reins,

Abscouding, find a place to hide.

Life for me, on the run

from something, yet unknown.

I can't escape my destiny,

Or so I have been told.

A stranger I have become again,

No place I go is safe.

I have to keep on moving,

In my sword I place my faith.

When I was drinking ale, on a

night of restless stars.

No ordinary star,

Lit the night up from afar.

A stranger's silouette appeared,

and sat down next to me.

He looked into my eyes and

this is what he said to thee.

' I know who you are, my child,

I know where you are from...

I was there when the earth

birthed you, and was spoke the

Dragon tongue.

The rock found lieing next to

you, A dragons frozen heart.

It's that which steady follows

you, and tears your world apart.'

Suddenly, he vanished, left

me staring at the mist.

I gulped down my last swallow

of ale, shocked by what I

witnessed.

My vengeance begins by firelight,

The oath I swore was made.

I am The Spellborn.

The result of magik, which forbade.

Pt. 3 - The Sickness

I was weak and weary when

a fever set in.

Heart filled with loneliness,

No country, No kin.

As I lay, memories started

flashing before my eyes.

I remember the man that saved

me, I never got to say goodbye.

I never invested time in love,

No mate to share a home.

Now, I am a hunted man,

for reasons still unknown.

Life as a Nomad, 

An Abscounder, An exile.

Under cover of the darkness,

I have traveled many miles.

Now, the only thing in mind,

My ultimate nemesis.

I must recover, I must rise

to deliver the serpents kiss.

When I had much recovered,

from my fever and my woe.

My woe was not the ordinary

woe that people know.

I owe my thanks to a village

couple, found and hidden away.

Nursed me back to health

with mutton, garlic and comphrey.

The maiden recognized me,

yet, I am not from this land.

I questioned, how can this be?

I look like any other man.

She said she had a dream of

fire, a sword, and a dragons heart.

She helped me see, I am

worthy and the master of my art.

My strength it has returned to me,

The spark back in my eye.

The leather on my steed is

polished, sword is at my side.

Adding up the clues in

rumors that I have obtained.

I must find out the whereabout

and end this dragons reign.

I gather up my few possessions,

mount my faithful steed.

Hopeful eyes upon my back,

as my journey again proceeds.

My humanity couldn't break me.

My spirit is too strong.

I am The SpellBorn,

And I'm here to right what's wrong.

Pt. 4 - The Journey

I was riding through the woods,

over hills and heading East.

It was said, some village guards

had killed a mighty beast.

Fatigue set in, weakness

in the muscles of my steed.

My paper wet, Slådenfir 

was all that I could read.

I stopped, and made a fire,

trapped a rabbit, found some grain.

Fastened leaves and branches to

protect me from the rain.

Life is dangerous, Now I

am a wanderer, and a vagrant.

Keeping up the mystery.

My life must stay a secret.

Staying out of sight by day,

and traveling at night.

Hearing what the townfolk say.

The rumors of my plight.

When the sun had disappeared

and it's power was no more.

Surrendering to Luna, and

the stars, t'were there before.

I rode into the village town,

Not a soul that I could see.

The stench of fear hung thick,

cautious eyes were upon me.

I came upon a village guard,

Adrenalin in his eyes.

He described the beast to me,

Enormous was it's size.

It's claws were razor sharp like

sickles, used to harvest wheat.

Earthly brown and blood red scales,

The wind were in it's feet.

'It took a band of 20 men,

Six were lost, 'Got Two men down.

Yes, I would advise you stranger,

Better off riding through this town'.

I nodded, but ignored the

warning that he gave to me.

I knew right then I needed

more, I could not leave this be.

I had to know the reason

there exists, this awesome beast.

It's early in the fall season,

As I keep traveling East.

My sword is sharp and deadly.

My arrows aim are true.

I am The SpellBorn.

My blood's the final clue.

Pt. 5 - The Seer

I was five days out, when I

came to a sudden halt.

Black smoke in the distance,

Another dragon assault.

It seems that my opponent's

got the better of me.

I pull my sword, dismount my

horse, as ready as can be.

As I search around, through

the smoke and the rubble.

My eyes fixate on shades

and shapes that look just like

the devil.

Life and death hang over me,

always pulling at my core.

I won't fall, and make the

same mistakes I made before.

Cautiously, I approach this

figure, sword tight in my grasp.

It motions for me to follow,

slithers away just like an asp.

When I stepped into the forest,

T'was so dark, I lost my way.

No ordinary way,

that I was led that fateful day.

My sword begin to glow the 

fiery orange, within my steel.

I raised it up, illuminating

what darkness had concealed.

There stood before me, a withered man, blackness in his eyes.

Obtained magicka of shifting 

shapes. Clever, his disguise.

That explains the whispers

In the towns around this grove.

I follow him short distance,

to his little hidden abode.

Dressed in ragged garments,

A black hood still hid his face.

He hadn't said a word, only

pointed to a leather case.

He ushered me to open it.

and inside, a dragon claw.

Beside it, lay a potion to cause

the dragon's heart to thaw.

'Use it on your weapon.

Unleash the power trapped within.'

The only words the seer had

spoke, and he was silent again.

Now I am complete.

My power's in my sword.

I am The SpellBorn.

I've come to save the world.

Pt. 6. - The Prophecy

I was riding hard to get some

distance from the storm.

My horse and I were in need

of a place that's safe and warm.

It's been a dozen sundowns,

since I've seen another soul.

I need some information,

and some good herb in my bowl.

Fortune seemed to smile

upon me, For it was not long.

I came upon a longhouse,

Filled with merriment and song.

Life for folks was simple here,

no worries and no fears.

I sat amazed at their innocence,

as I drank my beer.

I wondered 'bout their careless

ways, As if danger didn't exist.

Hypnotized by a maiden's sway,

of her beautiful hips.

When my gaze was broken by

the look she gave to me.

No ordinary look, 

with eyes as green as the sea.

She beckoned me to come

with only a look from her eye.

We left the longhouse, down a

path to a cabin, warm and dry.

I never felt this tingling down

so deep within my soul.

I held her closely, as we kissed,

and started to disrobe.

The night I had was nothing

that this earth could ever give.

This beautiful delicate creature,

gave me another reason to live.

I woke to herbal tea, leg of goat,

and fresh made bread.

Then she combed my hair, and

with oil, anointed my head.

She gave me back my garments,

Freshly scrubbed, sewn, repaired.

She said she had a good surprise,

and I must be prepared.

I knew not of the words she spoke,

but trust was in my heart.

The last thing I remember,

Being pierced by a magic dart.

I woke confused... It was dark...

My eyes could barely see.

My new female companion,

brought me to the revealer of

Prophecy.

My destiny unfolding.

My fate, I understand.

I am The SpellBorn.

The offspring of earth and man.

Pt. 7 - The Prophecy Cont.

I couldn't believe just what I

saw, when sight returned to me.

The figure that appeared before,

Revealed my prophecy.

He told me of the days of old,

when Dragons ruled the earth.

He helped me finally understand

the reason for my birth.

It seems, there was a battle

in a realm not of this world.

His gift of sight, Through all Their might, The Evil one was hurled.

Down amongst the mortals,

Separated from his heart.

He starts to age, so through

his rage, he tears this world apart.

My life had been created by a 

Dragon's forbidden spell.

My humanity is from the earth,

My soul from the Dragon's Well.

I am the brother, bound by blood

to the creature that I hunt.

It is my final destiny, it is he

I must confront.

As he spoke, he presented a

shield, imbued with a magical hue.

He thoroughly explained to me,

just what this shield can do.

A spell of resistance to the

dragon's flames that burn and char.

Was cast upon this relic,

from the Dragons from afar.

I am not alone, there's ancient

eyes always watching me.

It's time for me to understand,

and embrace my destiny.

I knew deep down that I was

meant for Glory and for fame.

But I never grasped the Dragon

power, coursing through my veins.

The Council of Dragons.

Allegiance, I must swear.

It's in my blood, it's in my sword,

It's in the mark I bare.

I was left astonished after

everything I heard.

Concentrating, memorizing

each and every word.

My sorrow has now set me

free, my direction is quite clear.

I must go find my brother

Dragon, end his reign of terror.

'Without your heart, Ye shall surely die.

We cast you out, your end

is nigh.

The Council has spoken,

This is Our Decree.

Your punishment, death.

Your heart is the fee.'

My path, it has been chosen.

A final clarity.

I am The SpellBorn.

The brother of which hunts for me.

Pt. 8 - The Talisman

I had left the Prophet, and

the woman that I love.

It has been twelve nights of

riding, but all I'm thinking of.

That special night we shared,

keeps me tingling inside.

My mind is so consumed by

her, must focus on the ride.

The god of thunder, angry now,

He sends his storms our way.

My horse is hungry, my clothes

are grungy, I need a place to stay.

Life as a woodman, and a

hunter in a clan.

Everyday is dangerous, there's 

beasts that roam this land.

Not far in the distance, I

hear bone and steel collide.

A battle's taking place, I rush 

to take the clansmen's side.

I signaled for my steed to run,

and catch up to the scene.

I fix an arrow in the bow,

My guardian had given me.

I see by torch light, six men

Fighting, two are on the ground.

My arrows take flight, penetrating,

The beast then turns around.

I dismount quickly, eyes of pain

and anger lock on me.

It lunges forward, teeth are

stained from the last casualty.

Slashing with it's claws, my shield deflects it's powerful blows.

Countering it's gnashing, while

the clansmen set their bows.

Arrows strike into the back,

The beast it roars in pain.

I thrust my sword deep in it's

heart, and then I thrust again.

The men cried out in victory,

as they watched the monster fall.

We stood amazed by what was

measured more than twelve feet tall.

The constant threat had ended.

The clansmen's children, safe.

Their women free from worry,

of being hunted by the wraith.

No longer need protection.

The village will flourish again.

A little girl's infatuation,

gifted me The Talisman.

My sword, the heart of a dragon.

My shield, no flame can burn.

I am The SpellBorn.

The gift of language I have earned.

Pt. 9 - The Clansmen

I had been invited, given a

hut for the winter season.

I right then decided, it was

way better than freezing.

They also needed help restoring

food supplies, were stole.

I sat and talked amoungst the

wise, as we smoked a bowl.

A band of hunters needed

now, The season of the bear.

In the morning, we head out,

Anticipation in the air.

Life as a clansman, a farmer,

and a father.

Working for the common good,

to rear their sons and daughters.

Plow the earth, defend the

land from all forms of attack.

Prove your worth, string your

bow, and go hunt with the pack.

On the hunt, I soon became real

close with one of the men.

As a child, raised as a rouge,

I'm proud to call him kin.

He had lost his mum and pa

in a failed raid defense.

Clansmen found him in the woods,

He's been with them ever since.

His Name, Beatùs Aéllopous,

meaning Blessed with tempest feet.

My quiet friend with aim so true,

He's never known defeat.

Our hunt was long but bountiful,

Much needed meat and fur.

Feeling down and homesick,

Clansmen's ale was the cure.

We sat beside the fire, eating

wild rice and bear meat stew.

I told him of my journeys,

and the things that I must do.

We slept then packed, with loaded

carts, we made our journey home.

When we got back, with joyous

hearts, a celebration was thrown.

I stayed amoungst my new friends. 

The moon continues to rise and fall.

How long shall the winter season.

Chill my bones, and muffle the call.

My feet are getting restless.

My steed he wants to run.

I am The SpellBorn.

Am I to have a son?

Pt. 10 - The Messenger

I was packed and ready

when the land begin to thaw.

I did it slow, but steady,

Contemplating it all.

Thinking back on everything

The prophet said to me.

The night I fell in love would

bring the sweetest memory.

I think back on my gaurdian,

Who disappeared in fire.

I wish to see him once again,

I mourn that he expired.

Life renewed. Spring has sprung,

there's newness everywhere.

My steed astoud, A stranger comes,

There's mystery in the air.

The village alive with excitement.

The changing season will show.

As we die, we bring forth life,

the seeds of yesterday grow.

Beatùs, my new companion.

Joining me in my adventure.

He swore his eternal allegiance,

would go wherever I venture.

Through fog and rain. Heat and

cold... Valley's high and low.

I could always count on my silent

friend, there with his deadly bow.

I'm surprised to see him with

company. A stranger by his side.

The man said he had a message for me, with urgency he couldn't hide.

Sent by the Maiden, Shãrique...

Daughter of whom the sun doth shine.

'You better listen as I speak,

Go back and a son you will find.'

I couldn't believe my ears.

Deep down I knew it was true.

As the messenger departed he 

grinned and he said, 'This is the 

best thing to happen to you!'

My name is Dòryu Vínn.

The beginning of my kind.

I am The SpellBorn.

My legacy is my bloodline.

Pt. 11 - Loss & Gain

I had left the Clansmen

With a very busy mind.

How can I look forward, when 

the past comes to remind.

My companion, Beatùs.

I, and our faithful steed.

Naive to the dangers of

what slithers in the reed.

The country side was lush. Shrubs were thick and four feet tall.

I didn't see it coming. The poisonous

snake that caused my fall.

Life has been chaotic. The

raging river has nothing on me.

I find it so ironic. That even the

raindrops return to the sea.

My fall, a sudden surprise. My 

horse had been struck in the leg.

My friend has met his demise.

Poison kills just like the plague.

I comforted him as I whispered,

'Ill see you on the other side'.

Peace fell over his convulsing body, 

He took his last breath and died.

Still stunned by what transpired,

My companion looked at me.

No ordinary look, It took the

strength out of my knees.

I couldn't believe I felt this way,

as tears streamed out my eyes.

I prepared a final resting place,

and sadly said goodbye.

Through all I've been through...

Far I've come. My steed carried me.

I leave feeling sad but grateful 

for the blessings I've received.

It took us half a day to make

adjustments to our load.

Being one horse down, we

were forced to take the road.

I have to keep on traveling

undercover of the night.

The sword I carry calls Him,

I must keep it out of sight.

The thought of Shãrique teases

me, my ears, they tickle me.

I swear I heard her voice so

Softly, whispering in the trees.

Suddenly taken. Unexpectedly

Given.

Even The SpellBorn...

Isn't exempt from the human

condition.

Pt. 12 - The Arrival

We have been traveling for

a night and a week.

The dragon has spies, so

we didn't even speak.

Finally, the forest broke,

and gave way to the plains.

Happy to be free from it,

out under stars again.

I feel my heart lighten, and 

my steps increase in speed.

My tired muscles tighten,

I can no longer proceed.

Living as a stranger, to the

world that I must roam.

Loved ones are in danger,

I don't dare to make a home.

Even my new companion, hands 

never shaken, steady and level.

Has never come face to face, with

the black cold eyes of the devil.

Am I selfish, taking the risk of

allowing interaction with me?

Worry not of how we die,

we all die eventually.

We made camp, prepared some stew,

from the bear meat that we packed.

Roasted up fresh garlic to make

up seasonings we lacked.

We quenched our thirst, with mighty

gulps... The last of the Clansmen's Ale.

We settled down while the sun came

up, fell asleep to the peacock's wail.

We rise and travel with the moon. 

The map of stars, 'Twill be our guide.

I shall arrive there very soon. To be 

a father, and take my bride.

The fall and winter seasons, gone.

New life for the earth.

Hold on a little longer son,

I'll be there for your birth.

Beatùs thinks we're lost, I say,

I'm drawn to her location.

I can feel his energy, sence her

pain and desperation.

The nights go by much quicker.

Days are long, Sleep doth deny.

At last, I see the torches flicker.

Lights of the longhouse,

Reflect in my eyes.

My heart is soft, My mind is

strong. I have balance within.

I am The SpellBorn.

I've Arrived, let the wedding begin.

Pt. 13 - The Wedding

It was early in the morning,

Only two men were on gaurd.

A liquor maiden, a farmer,

Two hunters and a bard.

It had been a long cold season, 

winter, still on my face.

Beatùs and I both sat down,

A hush fell over the place.

The liquor maiden approached

us, and served us lamb and mead.

I waited till the morning light,

To see my love Shãrique.

Life for her was simple.

The beautiful plains of Aidüeli.

Her mother, from the Forest

Kingdom, father sailed the sea.

The plot she owns was once

part of a thriving market town.

That was once before the dragon,

came and burnt it down.

She never had a husband, made 

her way with the food she'd sell.

Many a man had tried to win

her, many a man had failed.

As I approached, she ran to me,

and gave me such a kiss.

No ordinary kiss, it was as hot

as the abyss.

She held me close as she could

hold, It seemed the earth stood still.

I am so thankful that I chose, to

visit that Longhouse on the hill.

I introduced her to Beatùs, told 

her tales of the Clansmen's way.

Told the tale of the twelve foot

beast, and the offer made to stay.

Ever sence I left that day, I

completely consumed her mind.

She'd been making preparations

for a family all this time.

Her visions come and go like 

fragile castles in the sand.

She told me it was fate, I was to

father the savior of man.

I laughed a hearty laugh, because

I knew my Destiny.

It's been written in the stars, that

destined savior will be me.

We never even spoke of marriage,

Her words were strange and foreign.

Now I know every word that's

said, The power of the Talisman.

Until now, the only language that

we had ever known.

The mutual understanding from

the windows of the soul.

The gathering was small, although

the celebration was large.

She rounded up some local farmers,

Kinsmen, and the Bard.

A priest arrived from a nearby

Kingdom, dressed in exquisite robes.

He brought with him, rings and

jewels, gold and elegant clothes.

I purchased all the best he had,

bathed, shaved then dressed.

Tied my hair back in a pony tail,

and tried to look my best.

My bride was like a treasure room,

her face as bright as the sun.

The life t'was growing in her womb,

Brought two lives together as one.

The most beautiful woman I'd ever

seen, loving were her vows.

I'll always hold her tight to me,

as long as time allows.

The wedding went off without

a hitch, There was so much joy.

The celebration continued for

the coming arrival of a baby boy.

My story is unfolding.

The prophet, my confessor.

I am The SpellBorn.

My son is my successor.

Pt. 14 - The Birth of Drãgoniùs

I was busy expanding a room,

and building an infant cabinet.

Beatùs made a meat store room,

to hang our deer and rabbit.

Shãrique was in the garden,

As her chickens fed on grain.

We repaired the barnhouse roof, 

keep the animals dry from rain.

There's not much left for us to

do, The baby's birth is near.

The Spring is warm, and in full

bloom, and mating season's here.

Life here as a sheppard, a gardner,

and a merchant.

No chance to obtain much wealth,

All that's gained, is spent.

A humble, simple life it is, so

far out on the plains.

Such bountiful roots and fruits

it gives, from almost nightly rains.

I climb up in the watch tower,

just to see what I can see.

It's so serene, and peaceful...

That's what worries me.

The Midwife's wagon had arrived,

just days away from labor.

She would stay right by the side

Of Shãrique, in case of danger.

All the preparations made, and

needed things at hand.

Now it's just a matter of time,

An hourglass low on sand.

I was a bumbling nervous wreck,

and had no herb on me.

The midwife came and sat me

down with a potent herbal tea.

Beatùs waits impatiently, 

there's not much he can do.

What a friend he's been to me,

No better friend I ever knew.

My wife's contractions grow more close, pain contorts her face.

I come over and grab her hand,

her breath increasing pace.

The Midwife has her hands

upon my baby's precious head.

One more shout, he came right

out. My baby boy looked dead.

The midwife took him by the ankle,

picked him up and smacked his ass.

His little lungs then gasped for air.

My beautiful son was here at last.

My bloodline carries on.

Drãgoniùs has arrived.

The son of The SpellBorn.

Assurance Mankind will survive.

Pt. 15 - The Curse of Drãgúeine

I was just a child when I

heard the dragon's tale.

The tavern in our village,

had the region's best ale.

Sitting in a corner, as my 

gaurdian would carouse.

Listening intently, to the

rumors and latest news.

Suddenly, a man burst in,

Wild eyed, and out of breath.

He looked as if he'd been through

Hell and he had the smell of death.

Life as a portsman, a fisherman,

and a sailor.

His father served in the King's

army, his brother was a jailer.

Privy to the information most

folks never hear.

Spending time, telling stories,

fishing from the pier.

His town is gone, the pier no

more, T'was only yesterday.

No one saw the dragon coming...

He barely got away.

The man had calmed, regained

composure, then he started to speak.

He told us of the dragon attack,

on a town he called, Uiriké.

He swore this was the dragon that

He'd heard about, once before.

It seems that one distinguished

mark, was no heart at its core.

Banished to a world of mortals,

Punished by his dragon kin.

Lost the power to be immortal,

and brought the age of Leviathan.

This earth is his prison.

It feels the dragon's rage.

Separated from his heart,

the dragon starts to age.

His heart so deeply buried.

Within the planets core.

An enchantment made upon it.

His heart would beat no more.

But even magic can be broken.

There's contrast in the power.

A spell was made, which was

forbade... At the midnight hour.

Legend has it, the earth revolted,

A large earthquake took place.

The protected shell the heart was

in, survived, but was displaced.

The essence of enchantment

seeped into the soil all around.

It's been said, the soil turned red,

and an abandoned boy was found.

I remember turning white as my

gaurdian looked at me.

I knew I was that little boy,

This story would be my legacy.

My dragon blood is sacred.

Of Earth and Magical Things.

I am The SpellBorn.

The brother of Drãgùeine.

Pt. 16 - The King of Aërinfáll

I had settled in, the Spring

turned to the Summer season.

I knew I had to go soon,

but could not find a reason.

Beatùs was as restless as a

cyclone spinning leaves.

There's no purpose for a man,

if there's nothing to achieve.

I still had not yet bought a horse,

I hadn't found the need.

I knew I needed one, of course,

When I am ready to proceed.

Life in the city, t'was nothing

like no peasant would ever know.

The Marketplace was bustling,

All the wares put up for show.

The Maidens all wore dresses,

and the nobles all wore wigs.

Farms within the city walls,

where ranchers raised their pigs.

The streets were made of cobble-

stone, The buildings made of brick.

Bastions connect the city walls.

The gate was four hands thick.

Castle towers ten men high.

With spires reaching for the sky.

Every jewel that's ever known, was

cast into the King's gold throne.

I've heard many tales of

the King of Aërinfáll.

No ordinary king, Stood

more than four cubits tall.

His army is the greatest

that this land has ever seen.

Now I have been summoned

to pay homage to the King.

The summer days were long,

So much work was done.

It seems I lost my sence of

time, content out under the sun.

One evening, we were at the

Longhouse, trading fruit for mead.

A courier for the King approached,

with a letter I must read.

I broke the red wax seal. Began

to slowly open the scroll.

Shãrique came close and gently

whispered, 'I know that you must go'.

The words I read, were solemn,

As the messege beckoned me.

It seems there is a dragon, that

lives across the Blackwater sea.

'His Magesty is helpless, A 

thousand troops cannot stop fire.

You must come to the city now,

The SpellBorn is required'.

The Dragon fight is calling.

It is his reckoning.

I am The SpellBorn.

Now sent by the King.

Pt. 17 - The HellHounds of Xyësis

I was busy minded, packing 

up some personal effects.

What I was leaving behind

was as precious as it gets.

Shãrique's eyes were upon me,

A woman's rightful concern.

No stranger to the tragedy,

that waits with every turn.

I held my son and blessed him,

with a father's loving kiss.

With deep regret, I have to forget,

the things that I must miss.

Life is full of ups and downs,

never drop your gaurd.

Never take for granted what

comes easy, when life is hard.

City folk have lost the sence,

The warning of impending doom.

You must take care, and be

aware, or death will swallow you.

Too long in the bosom of the

city's safety and light.

Got me thinking to myself,

can these gaurds fight at night.

I am traveling with the courier,

Beatùs and two gaurdsmen.

Five horses are amongst us,

The noise makes us a target.

The hair stands up on the back

of my neck, I feel eyes upon us.

Silently following from a distance,

To fulfil their Master's bloodlust.

The echoing sound in the still

night air, of my sword unsheathed.

Startled the gaurds up on their

Steed, the warning was received.

Ominous shadows suddenly

appeared, a mission to fulfill.

To hunt and kill The SpellBorn,

To complete it, my blood must spill.

As many dogs as there were men,

Unnatural... Evil... Deadly.

They knew no bounds, hellhounds

summoned from the fires of Mt.

Pérsèthni.

Beatùs had four arrows out, before

the gaurds were set.

A gaurd let out a painful shout, as

teeth and bone connect.

The horses panic threw him,

within seconds, torn to shreds.

The other four withdrew when

I had chopped off two of their heads.

My trusted rogue companion,

Nimble fingers, and eagle eye.

Took down one more hellhound,

as his last howl filled the sky.

To my surprise, the last gaurd

pierced a hellhound though the skull.

In his eyes, I can see the scars

deep in his soul.

It's fire that we'll fight them with,

The inferno that rages within.

Two more down, I spin around,

Just to find, we're alone again.

Round up the horses, wrap up

the dead. 

Put out the torches, the city's

ahead.

The practice of Sorcery.

A need to spread fear.

The HellHounds of Xyësis,

are always near.

My gifted blood is hunted.

Now it all makes sense at least.

I am The SpellBorn.

The One the Sorcerer had released.

Pt. 18 - The Plight of King Magnüs

I was just beside myself,

another life had been lost.

I swear I'll have my vengeance,

I'm just afraid of the cost.

I didn't ask for this life I live,

My fate it torments me.

I wish the powers that make this

world, would find the time to 

leave me be.

I'm trying to put together the

recent occurrence on the road.

We were not carrying valuable

things, no treasure in our load.

For now, I have to put behind

the things that worry me.

I have to see what I can find,

In this glorious city.

Life in Aërinfáll...

exciting, abundant and vibrant.

The creeds the King would

Implement, were not that of 

a tyrant.

Trees were strewn throughout

The city to give the people shade.

You can find most anything,

that was ever to be made.

There were merchants, street

peddlers, and every kind of drink.

A stadium, a bath house, a library, 

where words were formed with ink.

Marble statues lined the path

that lead up to the castle.

Gaurds were posted all around,

to clear up any hassle.

I was met immediately by

an advisor of the King.

Brought me forth into a hall

where Bards and Poets sing.

The advisor took me to a room, 

A planning chamber of war.

With scouts and leaders gathered,

gaurd posts at the door.

The King looked up and smiled

with eager eyes as I approached.

T'was a tall, but handsome man, 

wore a golden emerald broach.

We exchanged respectful

greetings, I introduced Beatùs.

He showed me a cartographer's

map, and where the ships would take us.

An army of two hundred men,

Will go with us across the sea.

A fleet of ships, two times ten,

with forty horses for the journey.

He will also send a magician.

Practiced in the art of healing.

Runes of protection, will stop

the fire from Drãgùeine.

Before I go, a gift. It is one of

a kind.

It has the courage of

a bear. A heart like a lion.

It's mane, the color of golden

wheat, it's pelt, as white as snow.

This loyal steed, will faithfully,

Follow wherever you go.

His name is Boreás, after the

bringer of cold and ice.

Many have bet against him...

Many have paid the price.

My voyage, now a conquest.

Soon, I'll have my Victory.

I am The SpellBorn.

Sailing across the Blackwater Sea.

Pt. 19 - All The King's Horses... Act I

I reflect on just how far I've come,

Like reflections in the waves.

I think back on the village attacks,

The people that weren't saved.

I'm not alone, A Magician, A 

Rouge, and two hundred men.

I swear by the Creator of all Relms

this dragon has seen his end.

The waves are restless, and

there's salt in the air.

The Blackwater's treacherous,

So you'd better take care.

Tie all the sails down, batton

the hatches.

Secure all the horses, fasten

the latches.

Life out on the water is what

these men have ever known.

These people brought up on

the coast, Aërinfáll, their home.

Men, they do not venture on

the other side of this sea.

Many an adventurer, has

disappeared mysteriously.

Two more nights of sailing.

A storm is bearing down on us.

No turning back or failing.

In our mighty ships, We trust.

The god of thunder was raging,

Lightning striking all around.

So thick was the torrential rain, 

there was no other sound.

I heard the cry, 'Man Overboard!'

As the mast on my boat is struck.

I heard the warning but ignored,

The belief in rotten luck.

I yelled, 'There is no angry god

of the sea. This is just a storm!

Grab the oars, have faith in

your King, and The SpellBorn!'

Bailing out the water just as

fast as it was coming down.

Dozens of men fell overboard,

Half of them had drown.

Just as we approached the gulf

and coast of Mt. Dubhán.

The clouds departed, the sun came

out... The wicked storm was gone.

We made it there with not much

loss, Victorious over the sea.

We watch as all the ships roll in,

Here to fight the dragon with me.

All The King's Horses & All The 

King's Men.

Would help to restore the balance

 again.

The army, hungry for battle.

On ships, they've been to long.

I am The SpellBorn.

I feel like something's wrong.

Pt. 20 - All The King's Men. Act II

I was setting camp, and mentally

planning my strategy.

Beatùs set camp right beside the

fire pit next to me.

Troop tents spread out round

about, the base of Mt. Dubhán.

The Magician placed runes all

around, to protect from Drãgùeine.

Count the men with javelins,

The men with sword and shield.

Tally the quivers for Archers then,

Add the men that were healed.

Life can be most generous,

like a dieing rich man's will.

Death can be as venomous,

as the asps design to kill.

Walk with caution, silently,

and gaurd everything you do.

If you think intelligently,

You may just see this through.

I must hand it to the King,

A thorough preparation.

He thought of almost everything,

Except the entrances location.

We sent rouges and scouts

out to several different places.

They all returned back to us,

with blank looks on their faces.

It dawned on me my sword was

carefully wrapped and put away.

As the sword began to show, the

orange glow was bright as day.

After all, it is the heart, of the

fallen dragon, Drãgúeine.

It will lead us to the mountain

entrance, and it is the key.

If it was to fall into his claws,

He'll live forever.

I won't underestimate him, This 

Devil's very clever.

I saddled up my steed, and

brought one hundred men with me.

The sword's illumination was

so bright, we could hardly see.

Soon we found the entrance,

and the sword fit in a hole.

The earth it shook intensely,

As a round stone started to roll.

All The King's Horses & All The

King's Men.

Could not find the entrance

To Drãgùeine's Den.

This mountain is a tomb.

How many have fallen before.

I am The SpellBorn.

I smell death at the door.

Pt. 21 - The Dark Mountain. Act. I

I was very leary as I stepped

into the entrance.

It was dark as night and the

air was thick and dense.

I left several men behind, stand

gaurd and watch our backs.

Bring more men up to the line,

and ward off any attacks.

I brought a group of men with

me, Beatùs and his deadly bow.

The Magician on the other side

of me, His staff, the path will show.

Life down in the darkness, makes

the creatures there, go blind.

Every little twisted thing,

The evil you're sure to find.

Sure enough, It wasn't long,

We heard the grunts and groans.

It noizely approached, then 

charged, Defend against the Troll!

Archers in the back, attack

with sword and javelin.

Set fire to the arrows, they

will light the tunnel we're in.

It wasn't long before the

men and I took down the Troll.

There's no time to rest, We 

must keep on moving forward.

Suddenly, I stop, and see what 

appears to be some movement.

Lurking in the shadows, evil

Dark Elves of Mt. Dubhán.

Armed with twisted shards

of hardened lava as their swords.

Their strength was unbelievable,

T'were no match for their hordes.

Retreat, regroup, send a soldier

to go out and get more men.

Get more arrows, heal the injured,

We're going in again.

We caught up to the elves as

they were drawing back within.

I sent a volly of fiery arrows,

to pierce their twisted skin.

It seemed like we were fighting

as two suns and moons past by.

Finally, we drove them back,

So many of them had to die.

We came across a cavern where

we were safe to stop and plan.

We gotta be getting closer,

to this evil dragon's den.

The Mountain has many dark

secrets. We know now, the

Dragon... Is not alone.

No man would dare disturb

Him there, as he rests on

a pile of treasure and bones.

The Mountain, A dead volcano.

The enemy is blind but strong.

I am The SpellBorn.

Born from the soil of Dubhán.

Pt. 22 - The Dark Mountain. Act II

I was going over losses

and counting our supplies.

Beatùs was counting arrows,

dreaming of our prize.

The men were fearful, things they'd

seen. Some men lost their lives.

The darkness of evil. Like a bad

dream. On your screams, it thrives.

We gathered our weapons. Put

out the fire. Quietly entered the hall.

Arrived at a chasm as deep as the

earth, no way to cross it at all.

Life doesn't often cooperate with

the things we might have planned.

It takes an adaptive, determined

mind. Be strong and take command.

I sent the word to bring some wood.

The lumberjack's axe will abide.

With rope and bindings, a clever

design. A bridge to the other side.

With hearts in our throats, nerves

in our toes, crossing one at a time.

Waiting to see what the darkness exposes to drive more men out of

their mind.

After walking what seemed like half

of a day, into the depth of the earth.

The tunnel opened up, then gave

way to a cavern as big as it's worth.

The cavern was massive, with 

Stalactites like spires.

Hung down and reflected

the light from the fires.

The sparkle from gemstones,

The gleaming of gold.

I looked around and knew

we were not all alone.

We finally have found out

where the dragon resides.

Some men start to run when

 they see the dragon's eyes.

Put up the runestones,

the moment is dire,

Or we're all gonna burn

from Drãgùeine's fire.

Set up the Archer's for

an arial attack.

Spearmen and javelin,

Hold Drãgùeine back.

I and my swordsmen,

Will slash and defend.

Raise up your shield

with your other hand.

No hesitation, his claws

will not either.

If you are too slow,

You will die by his cleaver.

Watch for his gnashing,

His teeth are like the guillotine.

Careful for his tail thrashing,

It's the last thing some men see.

Send a man out and get more men.

Bring them back to the dragon's den.

The Moment has arrived.

This is the very hour.

I am The SpellBorn.

Drãgùeine, feel my power!

Pt. 23 - The Disappointment of

       Dòryu Vínn.

I was knocked down to the

piles of bones, dirt and decay.

Was going for a chest thrust,

when a Hellhound got in the way.

Drãgùeine was sly, Had an ally

from the past.

He knew that it was I, upon

whom the Spell was cast.

He swept me off my feet just

as I cleaved a HellHounds ear.

He made his retreat, just as

the Sorcerer disappeared.

Life was hanging in the clutches

of our protective runes.

I don't know how much we can

stand, there must be victory soon.

Xyësis HellHounds all around us,

Dark Elves are behind.

The Dragon turns, regains his

confidence, and charges up the line.

Men are flying, men are dieing,

As he lifts them up off the ground.

Claws are gripping, teeth are ripping,

Half the King's Men have fallen down.

Beatùs sends a volly of arrows,

as I get back on my feet.

In spite of the losses, the men

fight with courage, but soon

have to make a retreat.

It's as if this mountain is helping

him. The mother of Drãgùeine.

I know he must go, although I

am bound by the blood that is in

him and me.

Most of the men have retreated.

All that remains, are Beatùs and I.

The Magician's healing was needed.

Arrows in flight, as I fight, and more HellHounds die.

The men that have stayed hold

the hounds back.

Beatùs and I plunge forward.

I catch up to my brother, See

the scar, and thrust my sword.

The Curse on his chest, deflects

the sword... Resists with a magical

force.

The mark on my breast, projects

the word, and yet... Desists at

the source.

The impact threw us a great

distance.

Like when two stars collide.

I don't remember after that,

What happened?

I feel all broken inside.

My mind is shocked, I'm 

frustrated.

My body, burnt and bruised.

I am The SpellBorn.

Just how the hell did I lose?!!

Pt. 24 - Drãgùeine's Wrath.

I woke to maidens over me,

Caring for my wounds.

The last thing I remember,

Has left me so confused.

Did I not kill my foe, with

deadly sword in hand?

Will my tale be told or not,

and spread throughout the land?

My mind is reeling, I can't accept,

the outcome of this thing.

This goes against what I was

told, by the teller of prophecy.

Life is special, never take for

granted who you are.

Regardless of your setbacks,

Be determined, you'll go far.

So much I've learned, from

wisdom earned, and yet,

I'm beaten down.

The lessons life have taught

me... These lessons are profound.

Never take for granted, that

which is already in your hand.

Always keep your gaurd up,

You're the only one in command.

I thank that which always seems

 To be looking over me.

As I heal, beaten and broken

In a city by the sea.

As I was healing from my wounds,

and gathering perspective.

Drãgùeine was reaking havok,

Revenge was his elective.

While I was laying unconscious,

for the time my world stood still.

My brother saw the city's weakness,

Came in for the kill.

The flames he threw were many,

and the city wasn't prepared.

There's buildings crashing to the

ground, people dieing everywhere.

The Dragon's assault was halted,

When two magic's were combined.

The Magicians power, at that hour,

Distracted the Dragon's mind.

He tried to breath his fire on

them, to which, it was reversed.

Then all the dragon's fire became

The Dragon's final curse.

The Curse in which I understand,

That which is a part of me.

We were born both of the earth,

and born of mystery.

I'm humbled in my name.

My name I understand.

I am The SpellBorn.

Both dragon and of man.

Pt. 25 - The Journey Home

I had healed up and I was

ready to see the King.

I didn't understand how we

failed to vanquish Drãgùeine.

With all we knew, no one truly

knows the face of evil.

Those that do, The madness

in their speech is unbelievable.

The meeting with the King,

was a stern and solemn event.

Frustration and anger in his

eyes, I share in his lament.

Life in the city, was silent now,

One cycle of the moon has past.

The rubble was gone, the streets cleaned up. Life goes by pretty fast.

The men that made it back had

healed, the grieving still goes on.

Many men were lost in battle,

Husbands, fathers, friends... Gone.

The King and I discussed the

battle, the creatures of the dark.

My son, the Seer, the Prophecy,

The meaning of my birth mark.

It seems the seal that is the proof

of dragon blood in my veins.

Must be combined, the word,

The rhyme...

One other thing still remains.

The King released me from my

service, Places I must go.

I must check on my family, and

see what the Prophet may know.

Beatùs rode ahead about ten

moons, around this time.

Must ensure the enemy, My son,

my home he does not find.

Boreás moves like the mighty

wind blows, still traveling at night.

His silent hooves... White as snow, Staying low and out of sight.

Four of the King's Men riding

with me, In danger all the time.

Having to wait, impatiently...

Steed much slower than mine.

The journey was much shorter

than it was the time before.

I couldn't wait, my loins ached,

my heart was heavy, and my

bones still sore.

It feels good, the freedom to roam.

But there's no better feeling than coming home.

A written, lyrical poetry in me.

Listen to the silent dancer.

I am The SpellBorn.

The Prophet better have the

Answer.

Pt. 26 - The Plains of Aidüeli

I could see the Longhouse,

and Shãrique approaching me.

It seems that she was running

just as fast she could be.

I dismounted, as my steed

was still in running stride.

Her face was shining, eyes were

wet from tears she couldn't hide.

We fell together, as we met,

and tumbled to the ground.

I held her oh so tightly, as

our friends all gathered round.

My life was made complete that

night, I found this wonderful place.

The agony of defeat, is just

a part of life we face.

My fight with Drãgùeine is just

a thing that I must do.

My allegiance to the Council,

Is my oath to mankind too.

The profound importance of

the duties that were given.

Hard to keep my top priority,

now that my son is living.

Beatùs was glad to see me,

had that sparkle in his eye.

If not for my companion...

I would have surely died.

After I unpacked my things,

and settled in my steed.

I held my son, now crawling.

A beautiful boy indeed.

As the sun had started to set,

We gathered at the Longhouse.

Just like the night that we first

met, her hips had got me aroused.

I grabbed her hand, we disappeared,

Drãgoniùs in the Midwife's care.

It seems that when her uncle died,

She came and moved out here.

Her name was Mariá Ampãro. Her

last name derived from Protector.

I find her help such a blessing.

I knew right away I could trust her.

My wife, by my side. Running and

free. My wonderful bride.

Make love to me.

Right here and right now in the

grass under the moon.

Make it good, make it last...

The best things end too soon.

No one seemed to mind that we

were gone for such a spell.

No one even noticed... As far

As I can tell.

I sat and ordered up a round

of the freshest summer ale.

Everybody, gather round,

and listen to the Dragon's tale.

My fortune is my company.

My family and my friends.

I am The SpellBorn.

This is where my anguish ends.

Pt. 27 - A Prophet's Prudence. Act I

I still needed answers to

the questions of my plight.

I must know the reason

that I lost that terrible fight.

Everything was done exact,

According to the plan.

I spoke the word and drove the

sword, I just don't understand.

It's as if the dragon's heart,

alive within my sword.

Lacked the power to do it's part,

and break the Dragon's ward.

The Curse upon the Dragon's

chest, The scar that doth remind.

Drãgùeine the fallen one...

Is running out of time.

Life is precious when you know

that some day, you will die.

Time, it ravages, age will show,

like black clouds in the sky.

Drãgùeine had terrorized this

land for centuries.

The Curse caught up, His time is

short, The price for mutiny.

Weakened now by his own power,

The Magician's spell will hold.

No more fire in the dragon's

breath, His penance now unfolds.

The time has come to see the

Prophet, more, he must reveal.

Explain to me the prophecy,

and the Dragon's seal.

Beatùs stayed behind, to mind

our home and gaurd my son.

Mariá was assigned to Boreás,

Feed him and let him run.

This time is so different from

the last time we came this way.

Shãrique had heart, there was no

dart to make me sleep all day.

As our wagon made the turn to

a shadowy grove of trees.

There he stood, watching, the

ancient revealer of prophecy.

I tied the team up, looked around,

On the landscape, darkness fell.

The prophet hid his gift from man,

With the help of a ancient spell.

The reason that I'm here.

I'm here to understand.

I am The SpellBorn. 

The Prophet and the plan.

Pt. 28 - A Fool's Folly. Act. II

I stepped into the dim abode,

As Shãrique looked up at me.

I see a reflection in her eyes,

As the Prophet started to speak.

'You're arrogance is your downfall,

The power you have's not yours.

Yes, there's power in your blood,

and power in your sword.

Through hast and your impatience,

Failure is the path you chose.

Now lives have been wasted,

Lack of wisdom, causes woe.'

'The evil sorcerer that you met,

is the reason for your birth.

The forbidden spell that tapped the well and brought life from the earth.

His purpose was quiet simple.

A sacrifice for power.

The spell was quelled, the earth

Rebelled, before the midnight hour.

The Sorcerer fled, by fear and dread,

Of the caverns inevitable collapse.

He'd watch and wait. Excavate,

But time had run out and elapsed.'

'When you were born, The Council's

scorn, sent a man to take you away.

The one that found, on him was

bound, to gaurd, and keep him at bay.

The Sorcerer summoned your

brother. They made a mutual pact.

The Sorcerer wants your power... 

Drãgùeine, his frozen heart back.

The Sorcerer learned your location,

By sending his HellHounds around.

A sinister collaboration. He sent

Drãgùeine to burn your village down.

The only reason that you survived,

It is your destiny.

The sword, it must be baptised,

in the blood of your prophecy.

 Just before your attack...

 Slice your hand right where you are.

 Coat your sword with the life of

 your body, then thrust it into the scar.

 The mark of the dragon, upon you.

 A final word in the spell.

 Speak the invocation, ēsæç,

 and send the dragon to hell.'

My mind has been tempered.

My nerves as strong as steel.

I am The SpellBorn.

The end has been revealed.

Pt. 29 - The Council of Dragons

I had the great privilege of

hearing the things I've heard.

Most men would rarely get to

hear such prophetic words.

Shãrique and I had stayed a

while, smoking pungent weed.

Listening to stories, that our

children will some day read.

We sat in wonder as he told

the beginning of all things.

How the Dragon Council...

Is the watchers of all things.

Before Life was created,

Dragons were to witness all.

These celestial beings, 

Are the balance of what we know.

Through dimensions and other existences, they are the watchful eye.

They see through lies, are resistant

to all that despise.

Order, Balance, Justice and Control.

The task that is theirs to keep.

They are the voices that influence

the soul, Into your dreams, they creep.

The unacknowledged universal

guiding celestial hand.

The keeper of all secrets. The

Watchers of life and man.

... But they were created...

Not the Creator. They serve a purpose.

Not to be elevated....

When Drãgùeine had caused his

disturbance in Drēván.

There was no more place for him,

No access to Heaven.

The mutiny that was found in

his actions and his words.

Could no longer be tolerated,

To Earth he had been hurled.

His eternal existence was the

Magic in the heart.

Without it, The Curse would

surely fulfil it's vital part.

Drēván was corrupted now,

The Dragon's world, in another dimension.

Drēván is where the Council is,

In case I forgot to mention.

Now they appear, most anywhere

their world's corruption must cease.

This is why the word on your

chest, is Drãgùeine's release.

Go Now SpellBorn,

Go across the Sea.

With all you know and all

you are, Fulfill your Prophecy.

I and my son... Action, Reaction.

Cause and affect.

I am The SpellBorn.

Sent to bring the balance back.

Pt. 30 - The Giant of Skøuldë

I enjoyed some rest, Knowing my brother was so weak.

The Magician's magic was too

strong, Refuge he would seek.

This event has bought me time,

I will gather up some men.

Get the King to loan some ships,

and sail to the mountain again.

I know the King is angry, but he

can't be mad at me.

Keep the focus of his wrath,

on the monster across the sea.

Life is so sporadic, never know

what happens next.

Memorize the writing, but they

Rearanged the text.

Just as I was heading out,

A horse came riding in.

This man looked so different,

from the look of local kin.

He stopped and asked for Dòryu

Vínn, To which, I did enquire.

Who is it that asks for me?

To which was replied, 'I do sire'.

 

'Allow me to introduce myself,

I am a Jarl's diplomat.

I come from a distant land to find

a solution to our predicament.

My name is Erik Fergusón.

I'm pleased to be greeted by thee.'

I asked him in to drink at the

Longhouse, and tell his tale to me.

'We are a village of farmers, and fishermen. A village not very old.

It took me twenty days of riding,

from my homeland of Skøuldë.'

It seems there is a Giant that

torments the people there.

Tramples their crops, steals their

livestock, bigger than a grizzly bear.

What started out as mischief

has now turned into a death.

The Jarl has put out a bounty

on it, to end that Giant's breath.

I explained, wealth is not a

factor In why I decide to fight.

I do it because I know inside,

that what I'm doing is right.

I can see the severity of this

situation in which you are in.

Ride ahead and tell your Jarl,

I shall be there, and I'll see you then.

My trials are well known.

My reputation proceeds.

I am The SpellBorn.

I still gotta work to eat.

Pt. 31 - The Village of Skøuldë

I decided to stay behind until

the following morning after.

The evening spent at the Longhouse,

'mongst the ale inspired laughter.

Beatùs had a local maiden,

charmed by his charisma.

I told him he should stay,

I'll be o.k. this is an easy one.

I spent the night, and loved my wife,

then rode off through the plains.

Past the colors of the fields.

Summer yields to the coming rains.

Life for Boreás was a little dull,

Compared to his life with the King.

When taken out, He'd run about,

as if he'd never done such a thing.

I've seen many a fine horse in my

time. This one's the fastest yet.

Might make the difference when you're

life's on the line. On this, you can bet.

It wasn't long before I caught Fergusón.

After only one day's ride.

All the way there, he just kept on

and on. Like I was his only confide.

We traveled on, Fourteen days, come

and gone. His village now in sight.

All the lanterns turned on. People

broke out in song, As the Jarl laughed

In delight.

The village people all gathered around,

Singing and offering food.

The summer harvest brought plenty

abound. I ate as to not be rude.

I talked with the Jarl for hours that

evening. Learning all that I could.

He told me the Giant has an item

of power, He stole from the Elves of

The Wood.

''This Giant was passive, kind at

first. People were a curiosity.

Now he's at war with the Elves of the

Wood. Aggressive with all that he sees.

The recent slaughter of cattle has

the village upset and on gaurd.

Now that he's caused a widow's

lament, This Giant must fall hard.'

I told him rest easy, I shall end

this thing. Leave it up to me.

I think it's best, I go in the morning.

I'll stay the night by the sea.

First Trolls, and HellHounds.

Then Dragons and Elves.

I am The SpellBorn.

I'll fall this Giant myself.

Pt. 32 - A Giant's Penance.

I was up early, and already on

my way.

On my mind, where to find out

where the Giant stays.

The Jarl said, it seemed the

Creature came from the south.

So that's where I am going.

To lure this big guy out.

After riding most the morning,

I had come across some skulls.

It seems the Giant likes to often

eat their cows and bulls.

I knew that I was close, when

I saw the totem sign.

The language of the Giants,

Is written in their design.

Life as a Giant, was a lonely

and secluded one.

Totally out of place, and not

enough spaces to run.

Everything it meets, has death

or fear in it's eye.

A passive aggressive creature,

It's a shame this one must die.

Misunderstood but withstood the

steady rise and spread of man.

Most of the children hear bedtime

stories, of when Giants roamed this land.

I stopped and dismounted as I

slowly looked around.

There were bones and Giant's

Footprints all about the ground.

I heard a loud noize in the bushes,

Turned around to see.

The angry face of the charging

Giant, swinging a club at me.

I ducked and rolled, no time

to think, the Giant, twice my size.

It's giant club was deadly.

I focused on the Giant's thighs.

His speed was lightning fast,

I was having to defend.

Just when I'd raise my sword,

His club would strike again.

He took a clumsy, wild swing,

So near, the sound was loud.

I brought my sword down with

all my strength, and knocked him

to the ground.

Shocked, his pitiful eyes on me,

He addresses me by my name.

He knows I am The SpellBorn.

He begs my hand to stay.

'If you spare my life, I have a special

gift for you.

No one will ever find it. It is something

You see through.

The only way to obtain it, is to take

it off your kill.

I will give it to you, if this deal you

fulfill.'

I looked down upon the fallen

Giant of a man.

I told him, I will honor this deal,

but you have to leave this land.

Follow me unto a place with 

spacious plains and rolling hills.

I will tell the Jarl that the threat

is gone. The Giant has been killed.

Stay right here until tomorrow.

I have to go back, but I won't be long.

Do not betray me. Give me my gift,

It will be proof that the danger is gone.

There's Magic in this garment.

Light particles refract.

I am The SpellBorn.

A disappearing act.

Pt. 33 - An Unexpected Ally

I had ridden back to Skøuldë,

A change in the current event.

I wasn't gonna hide the fact,

that vengeance came and went.

Mercy is the balance that keeps

our fragile world intact.

Humility is the revelation, when

lying on our back.

The constant hunting of these poor,

unique and solemn creatures.

Takes away the intricate array

of what this planet features.

Life had changed so drastically,

With every twist and turn.

I accept humility, one of many

lessons learned.

I didn't accept a reward from

the Jarl back at Skøuldë.

I left them with a necklace, 

Precious gems all set in gold.

It would be enough to provide

The widow with all she needs.

Let her know, she's not alone,

The earth, it also grieves.

I saddled up Boreás at the first

sight of dawn.

I had a long ride back, with a Giant

following along.

We tried to travel by the light,

of the season's hiding moon.

Storm clouds in the sky, as the

rain would be falling soon.

Even though I understand the

language of the Giant.

He did not have that much to

say, remained very quiet.

After many moons had passed,

The valleys opened up.

The Giant saw the spread of

land. I think it cheered him up.

I knew that he'd be happier,

Amoungst nature's rolling hills.

Everyone was safer now. No

reason for the Giant to kill.

You cannot call it evil, if it

knows not self elation.

Governed by the secret hand of

nature's amazing creation.

A new home for my twelve foot

tall, and humble hairy friend.

An unexpected ally joins me,

As I see my home again.

A gaurdian of the Plains around

me.

A now protected ground.

I am The SpellBorn.

I live where Giant's can be found.

Pt. 34 - The Gaurdian of Aidüeli

I was fortunate, once again,

to see my family and home.

I surely do not miss those days,

When I was forced to roam.

They say, 'Home is where the

Heart Is', Well, I agree with that.

It's the only place I love to go,

and where my treasure's at.

I pick my son up above my head,

and look into his eyes.

Wife and friends, and a beautiful

spread, this is where my treasure lies.

Life is only valuable, when you

have the life to share.

We're just another squandered

soul, when the heart isn't there.

These things I've learned, more

valuable than all the dragon's gold.

Wisdom lasts a lifetime, All 

other things are bought and sold.

Sitting at the Longhouse with

an audience of patrons, around me.

A Bard sits in the corner, his quill

is scribbling down this very story.

Beatùs was preoccupied, a lover

he had found.

A young woman that found his

heart, laying on the ground.

I've never seen him act this way,

It's funny what love can do.

Shãrique said she came here to

stay, to make a family too.

Like an an old man, I sit around

telling my stories by the fire.

Some day, Son, you'll be a man.

As we watch the sun expire.

The ale is fresh, The fire is warm,

The hour is getting late.

It feels so good to be back home,

that brother of mine, can wait.

The following days were busily

spent, preparing for the fall.

I hadn't really thought about

the King, or much at all.

I thought back to the clash of

when my Sword struck Drãgùeine.

Where had that damn Sorcerer

gone? Beatùs doesn't know a thing.

He was fighting off the Elves,

Carrying a knocked out friend.

The only few men left with him,

Stayed until the end.

So now I'm thankful for the deal

I made. My kin are safe and free.

I have one more winning card in my

Hand...

The Gaurdian of Aidüeli.

The Rolling Plains are beautiful.

Lot's of space to roam.

I am The SpellBorn.

There's no place like home.

Pt. 35 - Prophecy Fulfilled

   - The Conclusion -

I hadn't talked about my plan,

I've kept it to myself.

The only thing I need, Is my Sword,

a boat, and my cloak of stealth.

I didn't want to lose another

life on my account.

I'd go in, the mountain again,

and take my brother out.

There is a man that I had met,

In the village of Skøuldë.

He said that he would trade with

me, a sailing boat for gold.

Shãrique already knew my plan,

It's like she reads my mind.

Early one morning, I dissapeared.

Left my beautiful world behind.

Life wants me to settle down, but there's something I must do first.

I must fulfill the oath I made,

To end my brother's curse.

It didn't take me long to ride

back to the village of Skøuldë.

There a boat with men, will help

me get to the Mountain's shore.

Soon, I seen the silouette of Mt.

Dubhán, The Dragon's lair.

I told the men to stay behind, I'd

be back when the darkness clears.

Once again, I stepped in, to

the shadows and the gloom.

I slipped my magic cape upon me,

Drãgùeine, I'll be there soon.

I slipped past the previous places,

Scenes of chaos and blood.

Soon I came upon the chasm,

Memories poor in, like a flood.

It was not long before the tunnel

opened up once again.

There I stood in the midst of

treasure, beyond comprehension.

Drãgùeine was resting on a pile

of gold, spread out like the sea.

He picked his head up, looked

around, this is what he said to me.

'I can smell you SpellBorn,

Are my eyes decieving me?

You don't seem to understand,

you cannot destroy me.

I may have lost my fire, but

I haven't lost my will.

I will live another day,

More of your kind, I will kill.

Once I've snapped your body

in two, The Sorcerer will restore.

I shall take that sword from you,

and be more powerful than before.'

I sliced my palm, as my blood ran

out, It covered up my blade.

I was set to finally undo, the

spell which was forbade.

I snuck up to the dragon slow and

quiet, so meticulously.

As he rose, I yelled the spell,

and drove my sword where his heart

used to be.

The Dragon fell back, surprised.

I revealed myself, sword at his head.

The pain and the fear in his eyes.

'Im sorry this happened', I said.

'You made a choice, inspired by lust.

To rise above that which Created.

The Council's voice. Decisions are

just. To die amoungst men, and be

hated.'

And with that, my nemesis,

my brother has died.

Justice is done in the end.

I sat down on the pile of

gold and I cried.

Now my poor heart can mend.

Even though this story now,

Has come to an end.

His heart was his enemy, when it

should have been his friend.

It can be a blessing or a curse,

Depends on how you use it.

The Moral to this story is...

Careful not to lose it.

The End of this Story.

A Trilogy Begins.

February 8th. 2021 ©

Written by: Michael Taylor