Born beyond the sands at the ocean’s king, burdened with flames…
Born within lands forbidden, gifted with lightning…
In their service to the New Light, the two became as brothers…
Such a bond was short lived…
The almighty ones shall fear his might.
It is he that shall enforce the Light’s will.
Fleeing those who claim themselves the Gods of the light,
Becoming the mightiest enforcer of the Gods for the world they rule.
To liberate those he once swore to protect from their cruel masters,
He believes only the highest authorities to stay their champion.
Forced to leave behind what he once loved besides his steel,
His greatest love- his armaments that mark him a Savior.
His flight from the Light have renewed his flames.
With the flames vanquished, it was then he became known a hero.
If only he’d known his fallen Gods’ goals sooner, he would be free of his iniquities…
A servant of the Light, he holds no regrets.
To conquer the Light and make it his own is his desire.
All his foes will bow before his lord as he has sworn.
Cursed is he with the horns of a devil since birth…
Burned by flame, yet still graced by beauty.
Only finding happiness in avenging those without justice.
Bliss is a sin, only fulfilling the law is his joy.
To the flames’ bearer, the greatest evil is using others as pawns.
He holds lightning is to strike down all that oppose his oath.
His weakness is his inability to control his powers; that too his greatest fear.
Lightning’s bearer is but a pawn of the Light.
His extravagance is his burden- he fears his flames, yet he takes pride in them.
With his status, he values his pride above all else; it shall be his demise.
His greatest foe- the Queen of the Light, she who arranged his kidnapping.
Now he must kill the Light’s greatest threat- the one he once called “brother.”
He who bears flames shall make himself king of his foes.
He who bears lightning fights only to bring back the Gods’ power.
To believe he was once loyal the Light; that is his greatest err.
The champion of divine wrath holds no remorse for his actions .
In the flame’s journey, he shall forfeit his companions.
Lightning’s path shall spare those who submit to the divine law.
Those who stood against the Light are his influence.
Those who came before him are the Champion’s influence.
Honor is but a means of oppression for him.
Nothing matters to him- only the law he knows.
Their despair, seeing the world fall to each other’s wars.
Their queen-to-be the one who seeks mercy in their reigns.
Sworn to vanquish those who rule others through all means necessary,
They must be aware their journeys are no different from one another’s.
Originally posted on Randy Ellefson's Blog:
Depending on your ability, creating names for people, places, and beings in fantasy books can either be fun or a pain. I’ve been doing this for three decades and will provide some tricks and thoughts to help.
KISS doesn’t really stand for “keep it simple, stupid”, but it’s a good principle to follow when building your own world and inventing names. Unpronounceable names or ones with a billion syllables are not great. As a general rule, the fewer syllables, the better, because many people have trouble pronouncing even slightly unusual Earth names if they haven’t heard them before – I can’t tell you how many people first try to pronounce my last name, Ellefson, as “Ell-ef-a-sore” instead of saying it like the letters “L”, “F”, and then “son”. Sometimes they blatantly stumble, trying 2-3 times before I say it for them, at which point they’re clearly relieved and emphatically…
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I just did the first few scenes of Ignis Fatuus: Somnium as a screenplay to try and get to know the style. Please critique or provide comments. View it here:
ACTIVATING PROGRAM… EMPATHY FAILED.
“LOVE”, “SYMPATHY” PROGRAMS CANNOT BE PROCESSED>
…CANNOT FUNCTION. FOUND VIRUS “FEELING”
RECOVERING LOGICAL DATA.
CONNECTING TO “PSYCHOLOGICAL” SERVER
PROCESS CANNOT BE TERMINATED
CANNOT TERMINATE PROJECT “HUMANITY”
All for the love of you.
The chaotic laughter, the raving cries;
In this cold world, there are many errs.
How could Fate be such a cruel mistress?
Sing not, Heaven’s angel.
Why must we remain prisoners of our masters’ will?
When shall I come to cease my woe? oe? e?
Such precious crimson!
Why? Is the heart, forsaken treasure, abandoned?
I have not found a gift to strike my blight.
You try being dead and not dead at the same time.
Outcast to my society, doom foreshadows.
Let Charon be my ferrier.
Stripped of the wings to soar and fly. Never to be one with the angels…
Call me crazy, call me lazy, but never call me a fool!
Thirteen Strokes of Bloodstained Steel
My hands are yet stained.
The blood of my enemy
Never to remove?
A wish that still continues
Grant my steel respite.
So I take the cross.
A martyr for greater good,
I defend the peace.
Such precious crimson!
Oh how I mourn my victims
Such is life’s cycle…
I will march onwards.
My journey never fulfilled.
For such am I forged.
Never am I to doubt
I must be selfless, brave, true
To champion peace
So silver, so stained.
My radiance dims by dusk.
So this lion sleeps.
Restless with lust
To the battlefield I go
For what do I fight?
Just a pawn of war
An eternal dance of red
Sanguine tears are shed.
Am I truly noble?
Have I lost my own battle?
That of the hero?
No longer shining,
Stained and rusted I am now.
Neither black or white.
For both war and peace.
I shall be the crusade cross.
What am I really?
Only a warrior,
I an Tempered by Hell’s flames.
To protect Heaven.