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Enduring the Crucible of Fire.
" Á beá ní-fáuthaid odh Nheíthra-hÍlufain, gmeórchaid óig mheágbhíar. Ilubhí roídh an iá lhuíssa eábnoídh. Higgoínágh n’Luth cóa an rí í go ghalíernain láe ha, í-narch ber - melleóchadh hilubhí athlas an reáchas da háulainágh. Cóa bleácain an gcátern, go mbeá dacríemhaith mháiragh á hÍlufa-Óuicg beshíra áal pleáfadh ní odach, stír an mhaira-lóu, uámheáth gcí gceárthnain, uí coímheád dómh belnuír í argíláe sín an hÁshaárain, rí thaóumhnaimhóug a nóg. Sólaim s’áuphuá á aluín gcaláshí óig! Tref-surr óig sra fhennáigh odair man! Tref surr óig sra sháiseálagh odair, í naóg sruóseáchainó suras marg! Beá go huítharaith í ghafhorch - dta, na-fór áal cóa go óisheámh í go óishaómh! Uínloíach óig, mhaórgbhíar croáchaith, ó mhírbhíar áupuáid odashach í mber. Uámheáth a nóg, ha plefícadh gcuállain ní odach an dtír gcí mhoírlogh. Tírn ám staóch, í líemh an rí, o cátern, sra hIósamháin odair go fáelain an hárgílainn steách an sreíg. Áal-go-Hoícs an ngráigh ám hEcsíemh ber - coímheádain odach gcí dtreácach bin-haal s’mhoír da hÍlufa-Óuicg beshír."
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It came to pass that the dark cloud of doom befell Arden. The rise of Medía Lankìnya caused unrest in the East,
and Vaaluir was blackened as sackcloth. The Srías did not shine and the wings of Argul hid the omnivivacious light of the Queen. In the West, King Ruòl of Dunsha rose
to power and took up arms against the elves in the East. He forgot the ways of Peace and the ways of his liege, King Exiv. His hatred of the East burned within his soul.
The only satisfaction the King of Dunsha wanted, was the obliteration of the East. Unbeknownst to those in the East, but Medía Lankìnya conspired with the King of Dunsha,
and anger filled his soul. Raising an army of men to rally the elves, he only wished to expand the kingdom of Exiv, who wielded the Collective Thought.
Greed became his ally, and the test of time would lie on the shoulders of Medía Lankìnya, the River Guardian. She would create a "stumbling block" against the harmony of
the elves in Eàshcain with hopes that she would be granted forgiveness for her deeds. Little did she think about her deeds, for they would consume her and trouble her soul even more.
She only hoped that her sister would watch and reconcile her place in Vaaluir.
*Ghalíemh an òi, mhedía à sha da Luígh, go trugcain marg. Brían osh, o àulailàgh, í líeran na nheíthra-noíragga an hoían àupuáin athlas.
Osh plían an gcalàshaigh à oíagh na Sheàmh àal-go-Nhuách gceàrthnain ní Fhaaluír.
The elves sang out their spell of blessing to the Queen, and their voices echoed throughout this arden. Isàs heard their call and enchanted the tides of the clouds. A bellowing roll of thunder shook this arden, and the horses of Vaaluir galloped out of the heavens with a rush of thunder of Desikìnya. The whole arden heard the sound of thunder, echo everywhere, and then, the elves cried out and sang to Vaaluir. It was as if the end of life was at hand in this arden.
King Shafhalóa looked sky high and he was filled with delight. His countenance was gladdened at the sight of the storm of Isàs, racing through this realm of Arden. "The horses of heaven have come to my aid in this dreary hour. Glory be!" As the clouds of omnivivacious light dimmed, hope came and the horse legion of Isàs Cristarís descended as wheels of fire. Then, the elves sang again, as the storm stirred over the East.
"Alas, has the end come?
Will the Concordant Summit stand upon the Holy Altar, which is not erected? " The elves wondered and meditated on their immortality.
"This too shall pass. Shekìnya guards the Gleam of the Elevated Sunbeam. Destruction has not fallen. Glory be!"
Lankìnya heard their spell this time and she was filled with a great fear. Who is god, but King Exiv? Does he not dwell at Glih Alkgagk, the monolith of the King, where the Srías is centered? Who is god, which
dwells in a Sacred Temple? Who is Immortal as the Yeímpara but Krav, the Quill Bearer? Shall he open the horizon, which is shut? Who is god, which silences all of Ardòna like sleep over nature? Is it not Ví?
I fear this god unspeakable for he has no name! Lankìnya hid her face with her wingspan, but she held the scepter of Paíf up high. The strange incantation of the elves brought her fear of the unknown, and Croàta opened wide, as the elves sang.
*I have seen the bounty and the land of the river, which divides. Let us bind together oh elfkind and stand in this hour of trial. We open our eyes and our ears to the clouds and the dwelling of the queen. Great Queen! Send us a storm! Send us Isàs , maiden of the storm and protector of horses. Protect us great daughter of Desikìnya from the trickery of Lankìnya, the one who stores riches in the mountains. Muster a rivaling tempest and a turning tide with the majesty of your horses. Give us the tide of the horse legion.
Excerpts from "Book of the Morning"
Account of Àuguíl
Account of Sheàcìnha
Account of Cràumhòcallain
Account of Droíga
Account of Rhuín
Account of Mharabhàunt
Account of Eírach
The Lost Account of Lankìnya
Account of cGasandràcseán
Account of Bhiánuim
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Eric R. Chatham
Webelf at Arden
Medina County, Ohio
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