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| The Crimson Moon ~ by
Regli-Mor-Hai |
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In
the Fourth Age, in the years when the Spire was
a new power, and the world had yet to be tamed,
a prophecy was made. This prophecy told that a
certain child, born to nobles of the goblin house
of Thi, would grow to tame fire. None believed
this prophecy, even as it unfolded before them.
A young girl, Gier-Mu-Thi, was born the very next
year, and began to grow. By her fifteenth year,
she was studing magick under a visiting mage,
who had come from the City of the Mages. She quickly
mastered Destruction and Alteration, though was
unable to understand the subtlties of Restoration
and Illusion. She prefered to charge her enemy,
preceded only by a fire ball and paralyzing bolt,
then beat them into whatever surface they happened
to be standing on with her prefered weapon, a
warhammer made of silver, which her parents had
given her for use in her training. She grew in
skill in these skills, while neglecting others
that were considered important in goblin society.
Eventually she so ignored other skills her parents
had to force her into studying histories and other
weapon arts. She soon became discouraged, for
she was unable to master these skills like she
had all her favorite ones, and fled her home and
city one night.
That night was the fourth of Lastseed,
in the year 4A 19. Her parents later learned that
she had traveled to the fortress city of Zelmi
Rock, home of the dragon council. They thought
they would never see her again, as none had ever
returned from that dark, mysterious place. Then,
on the fourth of Lastseed, 4A 21, exactly two
years after she had fled, the moon turned from
it's usual blueish glow to a crimson star, shining
over head like a beacon in the sky, night and
day, outshining even the sun in it's radiance.
The people of the small village where Gier-Mu-Thi
was born and raised watched this strange event,
but though little of it, other than being magick
of great power. That night (as the moon began
to change and glow during the early morning),
when they lit their torches and lamps, fires and
lanterns, the flames took on the same unnatural
crimson glow as the moon (not a firey crimson,
but a rich blood crimson).
In the late hours of
the night, a terrible call echoed across the land,
heard for kilometers in all directions. It was
answered immediately by other calls, deep thundering
roars. Then the crimson moon was blotted out,
and in it's place, silouhetted by it's bloody
glow, was a massive dragon. This beast, said to
be over 100 meters long from head to tail, dove
down toward the city. As it fell, others joined
it, from all directions, until the city was sorrounded
by massive creatures, brightly lit in the bloody
light of the crimson moon.
From high on the back
of the first dragon, which had landed in the town
square, a small figure leaped off. Dressed in
black leathers, with a small ball of magick flame
held in one hand for light, and a large warhammer
made of dragon ebony strapped to her back, Gier-Mu-Thi
returned to what had once been her home. Her parents
stared in awe as she walked slowly up to them,
and bowed in proper noble fashion. Then, speaking
in a low voice, she told them of the prophecy,
which had been made exactly twenty years ago,
two years before her birth. Then, as they watched,
mouths agape, she called to the dragons in their
own tongue, a harsh, deep language. They all turned
to the moon in unison, and roared fire. As the
fire met over the city, Gier-Mu-Thi held her hands
in front of her, and, staring at the moon with
eyes that seemed to glow with a crimson hue, exactly
like the moon, she worked deep magick. Her magick
rose like a pillar, joined with the dragon's fire,
and launched itself into the moon, which flared
bright then returned to it's natural color and
power.
She turned to her parents one last time,
and told them that she would not be back, but
the moon would turn crimson and the dragons would
fly through the night every age, and the deep
magick would choose bearers to keep it alive.
Then, mounting her dragon, she flew into the night,
and was never seen again.
[Author's note: This
story has never been proven, and has no historical
evidence to back it up. While it is true that
it has not yet been an age since the crimson
moon supposedly appeared, most scholars and
mages doubt that anything will happen when
that day comes.] |
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