An Epic Legend

An Epic Legend:

The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him

The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead

The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira, who pierced the night with his mighty bow
His arrows shot into the empty sky, to shimmer and replace the swallowed stars
The second was a wizard from the human lands, his name was Kurath Damien
With the powers of the Arcane, ancient and pure, he rescued the Moon from death.

It took its place in the sky once more and its glow weakened Tashorak
Its light burned and withered his flesh and the demon screamed with unholy fury
Its roar was an animal cry of pain; a wail of desperation and abject fear
The call was so potent, so powerful and deadly-
that the rivers turned to poison and forests burned in its wake...

But when that happened, a young Druid by the named of Ilkar Oreson
Stood atop the forest canopy and called for the divine light of the Sun
The Sun heeded this call and sent forth his power
It healed the Earth with a warm and soothing light
The Druid became the third of the Sun's champions-
and he called to the animals of the forest for help

The poison in the rivers was cleaned away by the fish
And the bears and deer would turn the fires
The lions led the smaller creatures to safety
Whilst the wolves stood sentinel over the infants and young

Hours passed and Tashorak was weakening
His trembling shudders were felt throughout!
For the mountains shook with every groan
and the Earth split with his cries of pain

Yet still the Demon could not be banished, for none could pierce his hidden heart
Until a young boy, holding a tiny spear, asked for the chance to try.
The Sun agreed and blessed him with might, for he felt a sense of hope in the boy
The boy smiled and whispered to his spear, before he lanced the heart of Tashorak..

As the demon burned and fell back into the abyss
The balance of the world was restored once more.
The Sun then asked the boy for his name
For he intended to honour him eternally!

Yet the boy asked that his name be hidden
A whole to be broken, into pieces of three:

Auroch carried his family's name, engraved upon his mighty bow
Kurath carried his middle name, etched into the base of his staff
Young Ilkar took his first name, and scattered it amongst the forest leaves
And only when the three are brought together, can the Spear of Light be weaved...

"But why would you be interested in this story Mister Chenbeard?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 2nd July 2012