Ode to Arrelion


    He was once a young man, like the elder in the past


    He had a brother but not kin who was by his side


    They trained with the Magi and they learned fast


    The first elf of the lands was their elder and guide


    Mateo the older, Arrelion the younger


    This Magi was an aether that would change their world


    For their thirst was unquenchable and they had a hunger


    Together these men had a plan that would soon unfurl


    For the power was too immense for these young, impressible ones


    And their teacher saw a corruption that he could not quell


    For despite the danger to come, he could not harm his foster sons


    Arrelion’s power and Mateo’s drive broke free of their shell


    The wards placed by their elder shook, splintered, and shattered


    The Magi was now theirs to do as they pleased


    The boys were now men and the power they had mastered


    But as for their bodies, the magic had seized


    “Draak’Terra is ripe for the taking,” Mateo smiled


    “Well spread the Magi to those that we choose,” Arrelion agreedThe genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    “Our mages will rule from the cities to the wild”


    “And a new dawn we shall breed”


    A council was formed and reached across the land like the shadow of a tower


    And with it the Arcana War was born from its fire


    The mages were ruthless only matched by their unfathomable power


    This war had no glory, only brutality and ire


    However, despite the near victory, Arrelion was heavy with sadness


    He had slaughtered thousands and with each blow felt their pain


    Arrelion knew his actions were of a false heart and were built on pure madness


    The brand burned into their lives would leave nothing but a stain


    Arrelion needed to rise and bring retribution to the people that he once sought to end


    Taking his spell sword strapped across his back he sided with his new allies


    And led battle after battle against Mateo, his lifelong friend


    Now the final conflict was here under the war torn skies


    And Arrelion and Mateo clashed severing their chain that was once sound


    The world was free from the tyranny of the council and mages


    Mateo vanished from history, neither dead nor found


    Together the people forged a new council to train young ones through the ages


    For his turn against Mateo, Arrelion would be celebrated a hero and legend


    But in his soul his own legacy would forever be questioned


    Wings Like Ash: The Hands of Alanna


    As their name would suggest, the Hands of Alanna are servants to the Goddess of Death. All creatures have a soul, and while in life your soul belongs to you, in death, all souls are Alanna’s. After death, souls are supposed to pass into the Roaming Plane and take their place in her realm, but there are those who cling to the Mortal Plane, and it is the Hand of Alanna’s duty to send wandering souls to the Roaming Plane where they belong. Armed with an ethereal bow, the Hand of Alanna traverses Draak’Terra searching for lost souls to reap.


    When your fallen spirit lingers


    No longer safe and tethered


    To keep away from the Night’s fingers


    Bow in hand and ashy wings feathered


    Her servants descend to reap your soul


    Ending your torment and pain


    The fear of your final moment, the toll


    And then they will flock back to the Roaming Plane