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“Two sons of the Lady; Two sons of the King.
Fínna dhóua n-Reáinna; Fínna dhóua S’Tharra.
They come with fruits and praise.
Sreái fáeláin lí láil-bPangcaó áal.
They are heaven’s bright Srías.
Sreái eírráin Óurias bh’flanc Thrí áal.
They close the doors to forgotten places.
Shaleáich cóa thoíra n-Escalláin-Nloígc.

Behold, the Celeste opens up and shows us.
Amhedh, Ceálestrá óriaith go bleáicain dh’sreáis.
It shows us the mystery and healing.
Go bleáicain dh’sreáo gcalla í heábhnoín.
It shows us the Gleaming Throne of the Source.
Áal bleáich dh’sreáo Bheáimh da gCoírhía-Aómh
The Essence remains upon the King.
Tá Bhrí-Elliópha cáteraith ní dTarrain man.

The Gleam shines down, Shekìnya shines upon us.
Tá Ghóamh blancáith dóm, Sheáicáinha ní dh’sreáos go blancain.
And, in the days of healing, the heavens will open.
A Óam da hEábhnoín, Berhórion Óuranush nóg.
The Beautiful Rock is the fruit of our praise.
Connaírgha cóa láil a bpangcaó dh’sreái.
The Beautiful Rock is a guardian of the heavens.
Connaírgha cóa Óurias a bh’flanc Thrí áal.

Glory be! For sure! The Horizon is open!
Shíeann gcóa! Íath! A Phlíann cóa sha-órion
Out of praise, the lights are covering us!
Ául-láil, goáigh go coímheáidain dh’sreáos!
The Fire of Memory comes from Athí-Nhu!”
Aódh Descain nÁithair coímheáidhá dh’sreáos!



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        Before the dispelling light of King Exiv went into Plíagge and before the doom of Dunsha City in the west, the Kingdom of Cátern was ruled by the successor of King Iórdh. His kin were all living in the sacred King’s Glen, S’bheárron-dTarrain, at the time. This is a secret grove of innocence to the elves, where the forest covers the edge of Vall in the north and west. It is a lush place of green and mystery, where the rulers of the kingdom seek guidance from Desikìnya. The period of time before the cataclysm of Dunsha City was before the Black Sleep and the sightings of Áirram-gCruísadhí, the dreaded Winged Prophet in the East. The successor of King Iórdh bestowed the Kingdom unto his firstborn son, the third one of that name, for his time of passage into Sha-Ímheáorcain was at hand. So his son received his endowments before his departure into Sha-Ímheáorcain. This was the time when the Queen of Vaaluir, the omnivivacious light, united the kingdoms of elves in the East. She spent the lot of her days, teaching her daughter love and peace and the mystery of the elves, her firstborn of Harmony.
        Now, King Iórdh III hAlloímhá of Cátern had two sons after the time of his endowment, but during the final days of his ruling father. His sons were to be named Lail-bPangcaó and Óurias. It was common knowledge in the land that the two children were blessed kindred of Desikìnya and the omnivivacious light of Vaaluir. It was almost not so, because the two children were almost doomed by the Winged Prophet. Terror from the skies bewitched the mother and there was no Collective Thought to gain aid from the Children of the Morning and Dunsha City, the place of the birthing water, for the Collective Thought was not focused at this time. So, the omen of Áirram-gCruísadhí came upon the mother, the elfin princess Cíarra Ellaphnoír of Eluíra, while she was bearing the twins. The creature came to her whenever she was meditating in the realm of dreams.
        The creature first came upon her on the first day of the first month, Níssan 1, the day she conceived the two children of King Iórdh III. The creature came down from the Celeste from the memory of Áish, the Red Elfin-Warrior of Casóimhar. “Terror from the skies, terror from the air, terror from this Arden will haunt this world and all who exist in it. Terror of the Wraiths will bring Black Sleep to the dwellers of this world,” the Winged Prophet whispered and spoke as a chant to the Lady in her ear. “Two children, one from the herb and one who will seal the realm and gates of the heavenly places, so that all who dwell in this world will not despair or fail.” The Winged Creature unfolded his wings to reveal a sudden doom to the Lady in her dreams. “You will see the Rock of Beauty in time. I will meet you there in that day, when it is built. It will stand against the terror from the skies, the terror of the air, and the terror of Black Sleep in this Arden. The Terror of the Wraiths will fear the fire that falls on the Beautiful Rock.”
        The Lady was full of fear, seeing the blackness of the creature, his staring red eyes and the images under his wings. Immediately she blinked her eyes out of meditation, and focused upon a bleak, redness swelling around the black creature. She was awakened and quickened. “What realm is yours, vile thing, that you come to me as I meditate out of this realm?” The Lady gasped. “You fill me full of fear and distress. What do you desire from me? Do you desire my children, which I have conceived on this day?”
        “The Celeste is me; I am the Celeste. I am the Arganáis of Elliós, the breath of Áish. I am the Aódh of the All-Seeing, the warning of sleep. As I have come to you, I only wish a small gift to appease my dementia.”
        “What could you desire of me? You have filled my spirit will agony that I should go insane from the very sight of you!” The Lady screeched. “Be gone from me, vile thing, and take away my madness!”
        The creature came upon her, forcing her back onto her bed. Her chamber was filled with the eerie, red glow from the creature. “Give me a lock of your red hair, Lady.” He urged her, looking deeply into her eyes. “I will not harm or appear to you again. Give me a lock of your red hair that I may have safe passage to Elliós, which is of the Celeste.” He whispered and spoke at once. “Darkness is nigh.”
        The Lady was very fond and vain of her red hair, the crown of her being, and she dared not the thought of soiling her beauty for the creature. Within her insanity, the Lady refused the offer of the creature. “Would I sell you my soul, let alone give you a lock of my red hair, to satisfy your whims or safe passage into the Celeste? You ask of me and I will not give it to you. I would rather suffer than give you a piece of my own crown of beauty. Let Morphæo deal with your passage, she will grant you fair travels for sure.” The Lady embraced herself, comforting the twins growing in her womb.
        The Winged Prophet withdrew from her chambers and departed into the sky, leaving the Lady in her insanity. At the time of the sighting and the reports of the Lady, when the lights were dispelled in this Arden, the King had lived in a secluded grove in the forest of Mór-hÍloau. That place was S’bheárron-dTarrain, the Kings’ Glen, which is near Vall on the north, and close to the Divan Towers. The King had received the Essence of Shekìnya shortly around this time. He comforted and eased the madness of his Lady with his soothing voice; The King was blessed with the Essence of Shekìnya and the power of the elves; however, the birth of the children was feared for the curse of the Winged Prophet. On more than one occasion, these sightings of the Winged Prophet drove fear into the Eastern Kingdoms, and reported sightings arose in the Kingdoms of Men as well. Hearing the news of her sister, Queen Seóscieái came down from the Firth of Pendrath to be with her sister, the Lady Ellaphnoír. When she heard news of the dark arrival of the fearful Arganáis, she proclaimed to her subjects the arrival of the coming Terror and the dispelled lights. On that occasion, she sent forth the Ancients towards Eggoín, which is in Mullain; they were dwelling near Áildreíggais at the time, near the base of the mountain pass of Sól. When the Queen met with her sister at the Citadel in Vall, she prescribed to her the Báin-Gabba, an herb to comfort and ease the turmoil in her mind, for Ellaphnoír had gazed into the deep, red eyes of the Winged Prophet. The herb would heal her of discomfort and confusion, but the Lady of Ellaphnoír was still plagued with the oppressive spirit, which the herb would not heal her from. She worried that her children would be harmed or killed by the strange creature or the oppressive spirit.
        On the twenty-fourth day of the second month, according the Calendar of the King (Saóimhain 24), the sons and daughters of Scoírae the Sceór came from the Frontier, beyond the eastern horizon and sea, where the Light of King Exiv would appear. They came to bless the children of King Iórdh and Lady Ellaphnoír: Lail-bPangcaó and Óurias. They came to Vall to meet with the King, and the twins were still safe in the womb of Lady Ellaphnoír. The mother was kept safe in the Citadel of the Spirit, belonging to the elves, near the Spiritual Breathing Falls of Vall. The sons and daughters of Scoírae encouraged the king and his wife to journey to the Circle of Sólungcallas in the Draccóna Mountains. There they would seek the assistance of the Queen, for King Iórdh had the full endowment of Shekìnya and the Glory. He could speak and prophesy to the Queen in Vaaluir. It was well known of him, that he had an ethereal voice, enchanting and soothing, so the Queen would listen to him. Then, the sons and daughters of Scoírae traveled into the north and west to seek Cáinclaóigh, remaining at Nítra, near the Kue Mountains; Mannoá the Heartfelt, who was living with the Víshdusk; and Boádhra ní Arden, who was living in Dunsha City, where water flourished. They went out from Vall to warn them of the coming doom, mentioned by the Winged Prophet.
        Speaking to the King at the Citadel, the sons and daughters of Scoírae the Sceór bid farewell to them at Vall. “We must go into the north lands and the west lands to warn our neighbors. The peril of Xandràxan is as threatening as any, but the Winged Prophet has brought even more mystery to us. We will find the Priest at Dunsha and warn him, for their time is imminent. This thing must be spoken about before it strikes. The Ancients will be safe in Mullain for the time. Take your wife to the Circle of Sólungcallas. Speak with the Queen there and ease your Lady’s madness with your voice. She needs to hear your comforting song. The oppressing spirit will be appeased and not torment her.” The sons of Scoírae anointed the King’s head with oil. They also anointed the womb of Lady Ellaphnoír with oil. “The Queen will hear you above the melody and the Gleam of the Elevated Sunbeam, great King of Cátern.” The sons and daughters of Scoírae bowed to the King of Cátern at the Citadel of the Elfs. After anointing him, they paid homage to him by offering him gifts. “Glory be, High King! And, on high to our father, Scoírae the firstborn of our kind.” They departed for their travels on the twenty-seventh day of the second month (Saóimhain 27).
        The King and Lady journeyed towards the Circle on the same day the sons and daughters of Scoírae left. Upon arriving at the Elfin Circle of Sólungcallas on the twenty-ninth day of the second month, the scourging wind of the knife scathed the top of the mountains. The season of silence was slowly coming, the time of stillness in nature. “We must hurry before the time of silence comes upon our land, for the Light of King Exiv will be powerless to guide us or help us.” Quickly, the choir of elves assembled and set foot on the edges of the Eábnoín Circle to discuss the fate of the children and the healing of Lady Ellaphnoír.
        “My sister has gone insane.” The Queen of Áirgeós announced with deep contrition. Her soul was darkened by the insanity of her sister. “We must administer her more of the Báin-Gabba. And, the oppressing spirit from the Winged Prophet torments her when the King does not speak to her or sing to her. Will she recover in time?”
        In time. The Lady snapped up and stared at her sister from one end of the Circle. The remaining choir of elves focused on the Lady, while they waited for the appearance of the omnivivacious light behind the clouds and darkness in the world. “In time!” She murmured. “It promised me ‘in time,’ that I would be well and see the altar of the pretty rock. He wanted a lock of my red hair as a token and safe passage to Elliós.” She was utterly mad at this time, and unclear of thought.
        What is this thing she speaks of? The other elves wondered. The time of Silence was almost upon this Arden. It was the thirtieth day.
        “My Lady,” the King soothed with melody. “Be still and rest! Do not worry about the altar or this thing. You are safe in my arms.” The King burrowed his head into her bountiful, red hair. “Be still your spirit, my love.”
        The Lady rested gently and closed her eyes, embracing her king. “Please save me, my love. I am insane from the sight of the terror of the sky. Save my children so they do not bear the insanity of my mind. They are innocent.” A tear formed in her eye and her soul wept under the silencing of the elements.
        The king continued to soothe her Lady with his voice and he held the tear of his Lady towards the heavens and towards Vaaluir. “Sacred Queen of the elves, please see the turmoil of my Lady and attend to her before the Light of King Exiv is dispelled. She is insane. The Winged Prophet has plagued her with an oppressing spirit and she has seen a black sleep as I have seen it.” He held his head high, looking attentively into the clouds, beginning to hide the Light of King Exiv, the Srías.

        The stillness of the skies pronounced the arrival of Silence and the Srías, the sacred Light of King Exiv, would diminish into Plíagge. Standing in one accord, the choir of elves bowed their heads, for the stillness of nature had come upon the East. A lingering doubt plagued the choir and the King of Cátern. The thirty-first day of the second month had come to pass. It was on this day that the heavens remained quiet and the fruits of praise were abandoned. The hope of the Lady’s children lingered on the appearance of the omnivivacious light of Vaaluir. The Lady Ellaphnoír was filled with insanity and without hope, even in a drop of her tears.
        Queen Seóscieái of Áirgeós had given her sister the Báin-Gabba and the healing of the Mystic Circle appeased the oppressive spirit of the Lady. The comfort of King Iórdh was the key to the Lady’s cure, for he was endowed with the Essence of Shekìnya, the blessing upon the King from the heavenly realms.
        “The survival of the children is dire,” the elves all agreed. “One is the fruit of praise and the other holds the way towards the heavenly places, where the Horizon is shut!” The elves had been filled with uncertainty with the blessings from the sons and daughters of Scoírae the Sceór, even though they had anointed the king and his sons before their travels. The sons and daughters had gone deep into the kingdoms of the west, warning them of the Winged Prophet and the Xandràxan. This was an imminent time for the East.
        The heavens were closed off on Saóimhain 31, and those of nobility of House Ellaphnoír in Sriór, which is east Srióuron Forest of the Eluírain kingdom, journeyed up the Óllaóich Mountain Pass near the western borders of Yaívtag. This passage was the main path between Sólungcallas and the Forest City of Sriór, home of the Ellá. The omnivivacious light of Vaaluir had not covered those of House Ellaphnoír for days and they were concerned about the absent Light of King Exiv. The majesty of Saa-Scoauthoímhá did not touch the spirits of elf kind, and they did not receive the focus of the Collective Thought. They approached the Circle within thirteen days to support the Lady of their House. They arrived shortly half a time when the lights were dispelled in the Heavens, and when the Celeste opened up to the beyond. They came with songs of praise for her children and the hope of the birth.

“Two sons of the Lady; Two sons of the King.
Fínna dhóua n-Reáinna; Fínna dhóua S’Tharra.
They come with fruits and praise.
Sreái fáeláin lí láil-bPangcaó áal.
They are heaven’s bright Srías.
Sreái eírráin Óurias bh’flanc Thrí áal.
They close the doors to forgotten places.
Shaleáich cóa thoíra n-Escalláin-Nloígc.

Behold, the Celeste opens up and shows us.
Amhedh, Ceálestrá óriaith go bleáicain dh’sreáis.
It shows us the mystery and healing.
Go bleáicain dh’sreáo gcalla í heábhnoín.
It shows us the Gleaming Throne of the Source.
Áal bleáich dh’sreáo Bheáimh da gCoírhía-Aómh
The Essence remains upon the King.
Tá Bhrí-Elliópha cáteraith ní dTarrain man.

The Gleam shines down, Shekìnya shines upon us.
Tá Ghóamh blancáith dóm, Sheáicáinha ní dh’sreáos go blancain.
And, in the days of healing, the heavens will open.
A Óam da hEábhnoín, Berhórion Óuranush nóg.
The Beautiful Rock is the fruit of our praise.
Connaírgha cóa láil a bpangcaó dh’sreái.
The Beautiful Rock is a guardian of the heavens.
Connaírgha cóa Óurias a bh’flanc Thrí áal.

Glory be! For sure! The Horizon is open!
Shíeann gcóa! Íath! A Phlíann cóa sha-órion
Out of praise, the lights are covering us!
Ául-láil, goáigh go coímheáidain dh’sreáos!
The Fire of Memory comes from Athí-Nhu!”
Aódh Descain nÁithair coímheáidhá dh’sreáos!

         The train of Shekìnya and his colors fell upon King Iórdh III hAlloímhá on the nineteenth day of the third month (Uíseánn 19). The elves remained at the Circle in the time of the Lady’s distress, while the Essence of Shekìnya came upon the King, as he stood at the focus, the middle. The King of Cátern was the only way the Lady would not be oppressed; his voice was ethereal. There was no light of King Exiv on this day and the Celeste continued to obscure the omnivivacious light of Vaaluir. It had been days since the light of Vaaluir covered the East. The Queen of Vaaluir was in the forgotten places.
        “I opened the Celeste once before for you too see,” Shekìnya pronounced to the choir of elves and the House Ellaphnoír from the Celeste. “Your King is translated here but the sea beyond Sha-Ímheáorcain will beckon him one day. He will go to be with his forefathers and, in that time, he will be translated to Sha-Ímheáorcain, the land of the Free Sea. What will become of his Lady in that day, my gracious ones? What will become of her when she does not hear his ethereal voice?” The train of colors filled the expanse of the Celeste and it covered the dead and silent state of this Arden. They did not realize the severity of this thing that Shekìnya spoke of. It would render the Lady powerless. “Make note of this, my gracious ones, and heed to her omens when they come upon her. They will guide your families and the sons and daughters of Scoírae the Sceór to the proper places.”
        The Lady Ellaphnoír was quieted and pacified by the glow of Shekìnya and his array of colors, filling the expanse of this Arden. “I am in the presence of Glory,” she attested. “I am only insane, and I have seen great wonder with the Winged Prophet in this world. It has gone out from the East, spelling omen after omen where it wishes and now the signs of the Falcon have been tested.” She was referring to the messengers of the heavens. “The omen of this dreadful Arganáis is terrible, and I must remain with my King.” The Lady pointed to the Celeste where the entrance of Elliós closed shut.
        What is this thing she speaks of? The other elves wondered. They still did not know the depth of her quickened and troubled mind from the Winged Prophet. She was seeing things that were not of this world. “Are your twins in danger of this catastrophe, my Lady? You speak of mysteries to us that we do not understand fully.” As oblivious as the elves were, only the King of Cátern could attest to her babbling with the Essence of Shekìnya. “Where is the Srías, that we may be saved by the omnivivacious light of the Queen?”
        Lady Ellaphnoír shook with convulsion, hearing the disharmony of the other elves. Her spirit was sensitive to the melody of her kin and to the absence of the omnivivacious light. At that moment, King Iórdh soothed the ears of his Lady, singing a gentle lyric to her troubled ears. Hearing the ethereal delight of her husband, Shekìnya, which was also endowed upon the King, awakened the twins in her womb, so that they were born before hand within her womb. As from above in the Celeste, to the womb of the Lady, the Essence of Shekìnya touched the spirits of the twins, to seal them.
        Shekìnya called down upon them and in the voice of the King uttered his anointing. “The twins are sealed before hand and they are covered by the light of the Coírhía, my gracious ones, so that no affliction befalls them. You can rest assured in that, since the omnivivacious light does not appear to you and the Queen remains in forgotten places for the moment.”
        The Lady was pacific once again and stilled within. Her source of healing came while they were all convened at the Circle, and she knew deep beyond her insanity that she would not be harmed if she remained there. The fellowship of Shekìnya, the choir of elves, the voice of the King and the attendance of her own sacred House brought her comfort. She did not think on the things that the Winged Prophet had shown her, even with the prescription of the Báin-Gabba, the herb that alleviated her insanity. The mental imprints of the Winged Prophet’s red, staring eyes were replaced by the colors of Shekìnya while she remained at the Circle of Sólungcallas.
        Presently, this did not agree with Morphæo in the Celeste. She wanted the spirits of the twins, their life source. Also, she had seen the Lady’s beauty, her bountiful red hair, and this made her jealous of the Lady’s beauty. “The Lady is vain, and she will be deceived by her own ways, for I am just as lovely as she is.” The passage into Elliós was not permitted at this time, so the omen of Áirram-gCruísadhí was still present in the world. “She has committed great folly in her disobedience to the Winged Prophet. Does she not know that it will continue to lurk here in this world until passage into the Celeste is allowed? When the creature has received the lock of her red hair, then it shall be able to return. The creature will take the spirits of the twins for sure as long as it remains in this world.” Morphæo was clever and deceptive and she conspired with the Bibhon to obtain the twins of the Lady, those who would stop the coming Terror of Black Sleep.
        At the time the Essence of Shekìnya anointed the twins on Uíseánn 21, the Lady of Fear, whom is Morphæo, came down from the high places to hide behind the Circle of Sólungcallas. She spied on the conference at the circle to learn the secret of this thing. Listening quietly behind the towers, the singing and praising of the elves angered her fiercely. Behold, she had been thwarted by Shekìnya, and she had no hold on the twins; the omen of Áirram-gCruísadhí and the oppressive spirit were not able to obtain the spirits of the twins, though they managed to plague the mind of Lady Ellaphnoír with madness. The twins had been already quickened and born in the womb, and they remained safely nurtured by their mother until the time of their coming. The coming Terror and Fear could not touch the twins, because they had been sanctified by the Essence of Shekìnya, and the praise of the elves came with the memory of Descain nÁithair. The fire of Desikìnya culminated overhead for all to see at Sólungcallas, and the Celeste brought hope to the East. This fire dismissed the intentions of Morphæo, for the fire of the Athí-Nhu had negated all her powers; she was made of fear and nightmares not hope and good fortune. Realizing the rashness of her deceptions, she had forgotten that the memory of Athí-Nhu would cover the fellowship at Sólungcallas during this unction.
        Thwarted by this plight, Morphæo dispatched the Winged Prophet to Dunsha City in the west, for it was ripe with destruction. This happened when the sons and daughters of Scoírae the Sceór contacted Mannoá the Heartfelt, who was dwelling secretly with the dwarves and the Víshdusk in the Kue Mountains.
        She affirmed her ploy against Dunsha City. “The Winged Prophet will appear to Arda ní Arden in dreams as Fear and it will curse the powers of his mind, so that Dunsha City succumbs to fail and ruin. The one who rises has gone away. I will hide behind this Collective Thought with burning desires, so that Terror from the skies strikes him down with peril and the Lady of Red Hair. Then, the delay of Water will come and I will have better plans against the Lady of Red Hair.” Incidentally, the intent of Morphæo turned away from obtaining the twins; now, her schemes embraced revenge against Lady Ellaphnoír and the vanity of her red hair. Her new plans held favor with the Bibhon and she did not falter her whims against Lady Ellaphnoír from then on. She had not forgotten how she was thwarted by the aid of the elves, the ethereal King and the Essence of Shekìnya.

        Now, the sister of Lady Ellaphnoír was displeased with her. She took her sister to the Ellá at Sriór. There they would seek the seer, Huór, away from the Circle, and with the permission and attendance of her husband, King Iórdh III hAlloímhá. The place was secret and no one knew about the location. They journeyed there on Nóig 9 before the Wind of the North brought changes to nature. The King’s attendance with the seer was necessary, since the King kept the tormenting of the oppressive spirit away from the Lady with the aid from the Essence of Shekìnya. At the secret location, Queen Seóscieái had learned that the Lady was vain and fond of her red hair. Queen Seóscieái, who was one of the adorned and sacred Cairraónha in this Arden, those bearing the crown of red hair, scolded her sister for her impudence against the Winged Prophet and his furlough away from the Celeste. There were three elves at the time, who carried this trait. One was the Lady Ellaphnoír; the others were the Queen of Áirgeós and Lady Cuóindrígga, Countess in Áildrígga and to the Ancients. The omen of the Winged Prophet weighed on the three of them at the time, since they could provide the means to satisfy the creature’s appeal.
        Queen Seóscieái was well aware of the fact that the sightings of Áirram-gCruísadhí were spelling omen after omen, and as long as it did not have passage into Elliós, it would remain in this Arden, bringing curses. As long as the creature lurked in this world, the fire of Áish and Casóimhar unbalanced the elemental points; this was due to the Lady’s offense, the refused passage into Elliós, where the Winged Prophet originated. It was well known of the elves that if the thirteen pinnacles of nature were altered, there would be no salvation. “Without thirteen, there is no salvation for us,” they agreed.
        Learning the impudence of her sister, the Queen of Áirgeós rebuked her vanity. They all had returned to the Eluírain Forest to discuss these matters on the day of Seól, which is Nóig 21. Mazzaroth covered them during their travels, and the Falcons of heaven guided them to a secret place of hiding in the Forest. “Sister, you had every chance to prevent this from happening. You had obligations to satisfy the creature’s appeal. Now, the schemes of Mórafheáics the Fearful have prevailed. She will surely unite with the Winged Prophet and find a way to prolong the rising banners of Water in this world. The Black Sleep will come now for sure because of this.”
        Four days after the Wind of the North spread forth, snow fell upon the Circle of Sólungcallas but the choir of elves had already dispersed; House Ellaphnoír returned to Sriór and the King of Cátern went to be with them to the secret place to meet the seer, Huór. The elves could not convene on the Circle during this time.
        Discussing the appeals of the Lady at the Secret place in the forest, it was learned she had committed the very crime of Lankìnya of Vaaluir, the sister of omnivivacious light. She had embraced the vanity of her being, so that she would remain passionate and vain in her riches, just as it was for Lankìnya of Vaaluir when she wielded Paíf, the scepter which made the Streálhá, the great, blue river that divides. An awakening and settlement of the Lady’s debt lied within the hands of her sister, the Queen in the Draccónain Kingdom. Her fidelity in her sister was compromised. The Queen would have to render the reckoning or offering of her own red hair as payment to the Winged Prophet, if it came to be.

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