Lyondestiny

Prologue

Come to know who I am and what I breathe,

Even here I do not seethe,

Nothing has come to Nothing

In love, there is no loathing

They came from swathes of old

Seas of Gold,

They were sailed by beings below.

Seeds watered seeds still sown .

Every fruit was sweet,

every man thought themselves complete,

Every elf thought themselves above the obscene.

Every Dwarf thought themselves the world, privy

Every Kobold thought themselves unseemly.

Every Owl-folk thought themselves the beginning,

Every orc thought themselves the way of healing,

Only one knew though in its existence Crewel

subjected to a jealousy of cruel,

but for a future anew,

for a past anew,

for a present reachable,

only a few were teachable,

The taste of gold is bitter,

Its taste bone deep it withers,

If it hides in the humors,

If it hides in deep weather,

I will find it and make it better,

This disease will be severe

~ Tolloper

"That should be the last of them Hector," He flicked his sword to the side lining the cave walls with lavender ichor. Behind him, an axe-wielder with wings dragged a corpse, laughing.

"I do enjoy our outings my heart, sky or sea you are my only equal," Hector shouldered the rusty weapon with a whistle. Yomu was unimpressed, snapping his fingers to let an orb of light illuminate their way.

"Speak for yourself," the illusionist stepped carefully around the pile of creatures they slayed and rubbed the wall. "I have a family now Hector, we can't just frolic into death defying situations for years at time," He beckoned the orb over tracing the symbols with his thumb.

"This is an important mission Yomu, I'm far above manipulation" Yomu could hear the frown in Hector's voice, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He wanted to make this quick. He expelled too much of his spirit on these spells and now had to spend his equilibrium. The light orb was already dimming his vision.

"That's what everybody thinks," was the only response the retired soldier gave before reading the symbols aloud. "Pirouski prohodit," The walls shook and shifted. Gravel started to pour out from an opening and both warriors readied their weapons. They watched the tunnel open up into a large karst with streams and a terrible mountain of bodies.

"What happened here?" Hector dropped down and let his wings carry him to the bottom of the gorge. Yomu followed in a flash of light, appearing next to one of the piles.

"They're not any race on the mainland," The archaeologist rubbed two fingers together, testing the humid air.

"Odd," Hector pulled up from his dive using the speed to land right next to Yomu. "They look like the orcs mixed with elves are you sure?" Hector carefully crouched and examined closer, opening his notebook.