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They say my name in whispers,
Arianna, witch of might.
They say I see through night.
But I’m just tired of trying,
and tired of being right.
Why must every spell I weave
set half the world alight?
“Vēytālāh sēn mōrāil,
Elenāar ēnsūr dāal.
Vēytālāh sēn lira,
Nāēstra ki'rhāal.”
{ 🜃 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃,
𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁.
𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒹’𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁. }
The grimoire glows and trembles,
They beg me: cast, destroy.
But every time the flames obey,
I lose a piece of joy.
I mastered death illusions,
I dream in mirrored lies.
Yet deep within I wonder:
When truth behind me dies?
“Shāēlin dōra vēylōrah, ēsh vāhlā nāthēl.
Nylāriēn kēl Mōrvāh, Arianna… ēn kēel.”
{ 🜃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒. 𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶… 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁.}
So let them fear my power.
So let them write my tale.
But I’ll be sleeping in my tower,
Until the stars turn pale!
“Vēytālāh sēn mōrāil,
Elenāar ēnsūr dāal.
Vēytālāh sēn lira,
Nāēstra ki'rhāal.”
{ 🜃 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃,
𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁.
𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌,
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒹’𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁. }
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Arianna's Chant:
“Let them wait"
Virrier
Storms awaken, shadows cry,
Hear the lightning split the sky!
I am not your jewel, not your chained desire,
I was born in lightning, in the storm’s own fire!
You can’t tame me, you can’t hold me down,
I’ll burn your crown, I’ll break your town!
Fire and thunder, hear me scream!
I ride the storm, I ride the dream!
No golden cage, no master’s hand
The storm obeys at my command!
“Sāgrath nōr! Brāvel Veldāra doh A-rāk!
Lūmīr thāl, kārāthe ēn vey!"
{ 🜃 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂, 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃! 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂! 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃!}
You can curse me, call me wild,
But storms are born from the untamed child. Every bolt, each thunder roar,
Is freedom’s cry forevermore!
Fire and thunder! strike the sky!
Ride with me, or stand to die!
I am the storm, the free, the wild,
The tempest’s daughter,
the lightning’s child!
Zephelline´s song:
“Fire and Thunder"
Virrier
I walk where the roots remember names,
Where leaves still whisper ancient flames.
The river knows my every scar,
The stars bend low to hear who we are.
I don’t need gold, I don’t need crowns,
My home is where the green breaks ground.
If you are lost, just follow long
— The wind will carry you my song.
I sing to the moss, I sing to the stone,
To every seed that dreams alone.
Hear me now, don’t turn away,
The forest listens when I pray.
“Lārā ēn sōraii, ēl thirā, lā-la-lā
Velēn nāraē, ēn dorāi.
Sēila seēlai, Velāth ērra—lā-la-lā"
{ 🜃 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒, 𝓁𝒶-𝓁𝒶-𝓁𝒶
𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓁𝓎. 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓂𝑒. 𝓁𝒶-𝓁𝒶-𝓁𝒶}
Hear my song, la-la-la,
Drifting far where spirits are.
Through the bark and through the sky,
Every living thing replies.
I dance where sunlight kisses ground,
Barefoot in the sacred sound.
If your heart is breaking slow,
Come where forest rivers flow.
I am one with breath and tree,
Voice and soul in harmony.
In this world, I sing and stay,
Bound to earth in gentle way.
Hear my song, la-la-la,
In the leaves, in earth, in sky.
Hear my song, la-la-la,
Every root and wing replies.
If you love the green and rain,
You already know my name, la-la-la.
Nimwen´s song:
“Hear my song, La-la-la"
Ashiko
Dust in my lungs and steel in my hand,
The field still burns where I make my stand.
No choir sings and no banners fly,
Only broken oaths beneath the sky.
I was not forged for silk or grace,
But for the mud and the blood I face.
They bow because of the wings I ride —
But honor is earned, not born in pride.
Scar on my cheek, a lesson carved,
A single doubt, and the blade went hard.
I do not break, I do not bend —
I serve the oath until the end.
For dust and glory! I stand alone!
Vāthā andar stāinor ēn — my heart is stone.
Khārina noi, Hēoeth ēn krōn,
Flāemēn ēn Vāthā, stāenēd niēll,
No fate, no crown can bend me still.
For dust and glory, this I claim —
I rise in ash, and you, hear my name.
Only the vow that I have sworn!
They call it blessing — dragon’s breath,
A birthright wrapped in smoke and death.
But what is worth that’s simply given?
A hollow praise is not hard-won heaven.
I would rather bleed for every rank,
Earn each scar the fates once sank.
Let them whisper when I fly —
I answer steel, not lullaby.
ēn Khārina gift, ēn sōftein sēl,
My strength is forged in iron and hail.
Ooooo Veldāra oath-bound fire,
I rise above what I desire.
No borrowed glory, no gentle fate,
My strength is tempered by iron weight.
Bound to flame and bound to sky,
I conquer doubt — I do not cry.
For dust and glory!
No crown can wash away my stain.
Through fire and oath I carve my name,
Not born in luck — but i´m born in flame..
Marien´s song:
“For Dust and Glory"
Ashiko
I was born beneath the mountain stone,
But no forge or rune could claim my own.
While others carve their fate in steel,
I drink the fire, I live what I feel!
“Dūrgāth Brūnzhār!
Nōrāg dūm, kārāth gār!
Dūrgāth Brūnzhār!
Sūl-drāk, ivor thār!"
{ 🜃 𝒟𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓏𝑒𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃! 𝒟𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓏𝑒𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹! 𝒟𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈!}
They call me fool, they call me stray,
But I choose songs over iron clay.
No Kāthardor, no runic bind,
Just ruby ale~ and a wilder mind!
“Grām-thar! Dūr-vōrn!
Ivāsh-kāl, drākāthorn!
Nāgh-rūl Bronz-bērd!
Sāgrath dūm, veyr-khurd!"
{ 🜃 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔! 𝐵𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒! 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇! 𝑅𝒾𝓈𝑒, 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓏𝑒𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹! 𝒯𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂!}
So lift your glass, my brothers bold,
Forget the iron, forget the gold.
We live, we laugh, we drink the flame,
Azedan Bronzebeard
– remember the name!
Azedan´s song:
“Drink the Flame"
Saiichi
I was just a child beneath the silver dawn,
When your shadow fell, the morning light was gone. Eyes of frost and breath of fire’s hue,
I felt the sky had given me to you.
“Ārēn sōrēn, velāth ēndorī,
Mālōth ēraen, thēra velōnē.
Druēn tālar, sēn vāraēn,
Sōra in vēlēn, tharēn maelōn."
{ 🜃 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎, 𝒜𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹.}
They called you wild, they feared your snowy wings, But I have heard the song your heartbeat sings. Through winter’s teeth and summer’s cruel light, We carve our path in the shroud of night.
“Vārōn sēlā, ēn drūen maraē,
Thōren ēraē, velōn thalā."
{ 🜃 𝒩𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹,
𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈.}
Born of sky, born of flame,
One in heart, one in name.
“Ārēn sōrēn, velāth ēndorī,
Sōravelēn, tharē Māē lōn."
{ 🜃 𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎. 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁, 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.}
The world may turn, the kingdoms fade to grey,
Yet your shadow walks beside me every day.
When the heavens call and oceans fall to sand,
I will ride with you to the farthest land.
Through fire’s roar and thunder’s crown,
We’ll chase the sun until it drowns.
No fear will bind the path we claim,
- For in your eyes I see my name.
Lyssandre´s song:
“Born of Sky and Flame"
Saiichi
I count the hours in ink and smoke,
Glass and flame, the truths I broke.
The world grows thin when I lean too close,
To secrets others never chose.
Paper listens better than men,
Numbers hum where faith ends.
I lose my name in formulae,
Till claws on stone bring me back again.
Born to halls of velvet words,
Silver tongues and silent swords.
I learned to bow, I learned to smile,
And hide my hunger all the while.
They taught me power wears a crown,
I learned it’s written upside down.
No throne, no blade, no whispered prayer
— Just knowing what is hidden there.
“Naethir vel kha ēn thirā, Saōr vel lyneth noi. Flāemēn nēr, mirwāēr — Vael naēthir, vael-Not."
{ 🜃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒹, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉. 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼.}
I was told the dragon’s just a key,
A door to borrowed destiny.
I believed it—once or twice,
Till she bled truth into my life.
She knows my silence, knows my fear,
The ones I never voice out here.
If knowledge is the shape of flame,
Then she’s the spark that knows my name.
“Saoīrse vael sharāi ēn, Nū thir vael morāi . Khaēn thir saeth, kha ēn thir khell, Vael ēn Veldāra—vael mā."
{ 🜃 𝒮𝒶𝑜ī𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓁. 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼..}
“Naethir vel kha ēn thirā, Saōr vel lyneth noi. Flāemēn nēr, mirwāēr — Vael naēthir, vael-Not."
{ 🜃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒹, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉. 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼.}
So let them sing of steel and war,
I’ll stay where deeper answers are.
If I am lost, then let it be
— I was never found without she.
Kainnean´s song:
“Where the World Grows Thin"
Aki
“Tharūn vēl khaer, Sinothēus var.
Flāemēn nōr khārina, stēll ēn blōd andar."
{ 🜃 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽ē𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒𝒹, 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈.}
Listen now and hear the spoken tale
of Furioso, the warrior’s blade.
Horse-blood thunder and iron song,
on the fields of Simaron he stood unbroken.
No gold ever tempted, no dawn ever stayed him,
His wrath slept like fire in the cage of his ribs.
His name is legend among Cālythār clans,
A tale carved in blood by one centaur’s hands.
Yo ho, all hands, heave and stand,
Bound by blood, not by land.
Yo ho, all hands, hear the call,
The centaurs fight through it all.
The fire has long since burned away,
yet the ember never truly died within him.
With runes on ring, with shield and bone,
he struck his enemies down to dust.
He asks no favor of spirits, no spell on his breath,
He reads the body like runes carved by pain and by death.
Hand firm as stone, mind tempered in fire,
He binds up the broken, leaves the rest to time.
Yo ho, all hands, steady breath,
Discipline chains the rage of death.
Yo ho, all hands, mark his tread,
A living war the legends said.
His body is old, yet strength remains,
Scars upon flesh, memories torn.
At times he stares with a nameless face,
Letting the world slip through a blood-red haze.
But when steel meets steel in the roar of the fray,
Furioso wakes in the old, brutal way.
Hooves split the stone, sparks bite the ground,
The storm still lives where the thunder was found.
Yo ho, all hands… lower your eyes,
The past still rides in burning ties.
Yo ho, all hands… let none boast,
For Sinothēus walks as ghost.
“Tharūn vēl kherr, andar vel thrēn..
Sinothēus gōrnē dēa nēsēn."
{ 🜃 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽ē𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈… 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃.}
Sinothēus´s song:
“Scars of Simaron"
Aki
In a hamlet of whispers,
Where dreams do slink to hide,
I bore no armour, Nor sword at mine own side.
I carried the burden Of a name long forgot,
Yet embers burned within me
— A flame they quenched not.
I scaled the cliffs
Where the proud eagles flew,
And swore an oath
— Yon skies I’d pursue.
“Vei thrāl nār, ēth kai’shar vā-ālen,
Shūl vā ārr ‘neth malārith khālen.
Thāren vey Kārna-Rāthō, dorā ēn
Thura stēl, Khārina ēn thāl,
no drāeth wa nāi"
{ 🜃 𝒢𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝑜𝒹𝒹𝓈, 𝒜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓁 ’𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝓈. 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝒩𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓎’𝒹.}
They mock’d in the halls,
Said I ne’er should belong,
A blossom in armour— Too tender, too wrong.
Yet I danc’d through the fields where the wicked had sown,
And turn’d every battle to tales of mine own.
My scars became charts,
My sorrow turn’d flame,
The echoes of doubt
Now quake at my name.
I gaz’d down the dark,
The beast in his den,
No saviours in sight
— I sav’d myself then.
The knight I became,
’Gainst fortune’s cruel odds,
A shadow of steel ’neath merciless gods.
With courage my buckler, defiance my blade,
The knight I became,
No dread me dismay’d.
Aemilia´s song:
“The knight she became"
Skye
Rain falls hard on Rēvandor stone,
Born second son to a noble name
But I never cared for the political game.
I traded the silk for the mud and the grime
The Academy halls for a life of crime...
“Mēra thal Salu lāthēn, sēn māra vel thōiren.
Ān īl sēra, tharēn ēnidor īl thānn.
Nā kharīna ēn vāl nāyek, nā lōra ēn sēl.
Kōren vār thēra—tāren ēl nōth."
{ 🜃 𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓏𝓎, 𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.}
I wanted the fire, the arcane spark
But politics left me alone in the dark.
So I packed up my pride, and I picked up a blade
To learn how a different fortune is made.
Because Coin is the master that never will lie
It’s the only truth under this gray sky!
I walk in the shadows, I stay in the gray
I don't save the world, I just earn my pay.
I remember the heat, I remember the art
I summon the fire that sleeps in dragon heart!
There is a lesson that you’re gonna learn.
“Nā kharīna ēn vāl nāyek, nā lōra ēn sēl.
Kōren vār thēra—tāren ēl nōth."
{ 🜃 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉. }
But Magic... magic is my only peace.
“-ēn māra sēn nār velāth!
Ān flāemēn ēn sōra—tharēn nārek maelōn!"
{ 🜃 𝒞𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝑒! 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝒾𝑒!}
I am just a shadow with a spark...
Saeleth´s song:
“Spark in the rain"
Nout-e
I learned to breathe without a sound,
to hold my heart where knives can’t reach.
Faces speak, but mine stays still,
a statue carved from nights and teeth.
They ask me who I trust, who I need,
I laugh inside and say no name.
The world never asked if I would bleed,
so why should I learn mercy’s game?
“Thar īs velūn, thar īs nāth,
Morēn keth īr thalun ēn rath.
Vēn īr sael, vēn īr nā,
Aesith ēn — Aleesite nāh."
{ 🜃 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉. 𝒩𝑜 𝓋𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝐸𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 — 𝒜𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒.}
I wear my silence like a shield,
I speak the truth like broken glass.
If words can wound, then let them cut,
I never promised warmth to pass.
I do not dream of hearth or ring,
of children calling out my face.
Such thoughts crawl cold beneath my skin,
a fear I will not entertain.
“Nāth īr vel, nāth īr thren,
Koraeth ēn īr drā Aeni.
Morāth dūn venīr mā,
ēn velūn —ēn velūn, Nāi."
{ 🜃 𝒩𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓂, 𝓃𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓀, 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓉. 𝑅𝓊𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝐼𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. }
I ride with frost inside my veins,
with one shadow beating wings of ice.
If I fall, let the world fall too
— I was never born for sacrifice.
Only one name breaks through the frost,
only one voice knows what I am.
If love is weakness, then
I’ll bear it for her alone
—my dragon’s flame of ice!
If my name breaks beneath the ice,
remember this and nothing more:
I lived because I chose to stand,
and trusted only dragon’s roar.
Elian´s song:
“Song of the Frozen Name"
Luna
They call me gentle, soft in tone,
But steel was carved into my bones.
I learned the law before the song,
Discipline where I belong.
I stand where banners learn to kneel,
Where promises are forged in steel.
No crown, no praise, no hollow cheer,
Only duty, sharp and clear!
I don’t raise my voice for pride,
I raise it when the weak might die.
Order is the breath I take,
I do not bend, I do not break!
“Nāreth vel’kael, thir Enra’nei.
Zai’tharā dorūn, vāel Erainire.
Khāel no’mir, khāel falle-noi."
{ 🜃 𝐵𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒!
𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝐸𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓇𝑒!
𝒲𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝑒, 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁.}
Ash to ash — I guard them all!
I don’t see blood in broken veins,
I see the cost of borrowed names.
No child chooses how they’re born,
Blame the hand that broke the form.
I fight with mind as much as blade,
Confusion is a debt I’ve paid.
Slow, precise, I end the fight,
Mercy isn’t always light.
Betrayal leaves no scar to heal,
Lies are wounds I’ll never seal.
Bring me proof, not empty sound,
Or watch your truths burn to ground!
“Nāreth vel’kael, thir Enra’nei.
Zai’tharā dorūn, vāel Erainire.
Khāel no’mir, khāel falle-noi."
{ 🜃 𝐵𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒!
𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝐸𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓇𝑒!
𝒲𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝑒, 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁.}
Ash to ash — I guard them all!
He knows my silence, I know his rage,
Two shadows locked inside one cage!
Poisoned breath, a steady hand,
We survive — we do not beg..
“Erainire, shai vel’nor.”
{ 🜃 Erainire, my bound soul..}
If the world turns dark and thin,
I will still choose war to win.
Nāreth vel’kae, thir Enra-nei.
Khael no’mir, khael falle-noi.
Ash to ash, I guard them all..
Calara´s song:
“Ash and Oath”
Luna
I was born beneath a quiet dawn,
With something hidden in my chest,
Every step felt slightly off,
Like I failed some unseen test.
I hear what never leaves your lips,
I feel the weight you never show,
Open pages on your table,
Secrets you forgot to close.
[ Do they know? ]
[ I shouldn’t think this… ]
I don’t knock on broken doors,
I don’t ask to know your truth,
Your thoughts just drift into my head
Like echoes with no proof.
I’m in your mind, I walk the line,
Between what’s yours and what is mine.
I’m in your mind, the noise is loud,
Still I keep my silence proud.
I’m in your mind, but I won’t steal,
I won’t turn your scars to steel.
I’m in your mind, but I stay kind
— Some truths are not for me to find.
They taught me smiles, they taught me deals,
They dressed my childhood up in gold,
But I learned more from quiet rooms
Than all the lies they ever sold.
[ He’s lying… ]
[ Don’t let her know. ]
What if they find out?
I’m in your mind, I hear the sound
Of hidden fears you never found.
I’m in your mind, yet I remain
Just passing through your inner rain.
What if silence was my fate?
What if I could just be blind?
No foreign weight, no borrowed pain,
No foreign voices in my mind!
[ Does she hear me? ]
[ I hope not… ]
“Sāren īl veyn thalūn,
Ethryn naith īr ēl. In your mind,
ān velith nā, Bēl sōraen—bēl korēl."
{ 🜃 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈,
𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹.
𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓇𝓁, 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹.}
I’m in your mind, I hear your pain,
But I will never cross that line.
I’m in your mind, yet I remain
A keeper of what’s not mine.
Then a deeper voice cut through the noise,
A breath of fire, ancient and kind.
For the first time, the world went still
— And I was alone… Inside my mind.
Yulli´s song:
“ In Your Mind”
Mix
Rows of spines like soldiers stand tall.
Each one whispers "Take me Take them all"
Ink-stained maps of worlds unknown.
Where I could wander Where I'd roam.
“Rāēvēn tēlriēth Aēr,
thin’la vēth Sivāēl oriēth,
Vēraēn dōr?"
{ 🜃 𝐼 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃
𝒜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈
𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝐼 𝑒𝓃𝒹?}
Lost in the pages,
Lost in the glow.
Where does the story stop.
Where do I go?
Words become whispers,
Whispers take flight.
Am I the reader or the tale tonight?
The clock ticks loud,
But I don't hear.
Every line pulls me further from here,
Dragons roar and shadows dance.
I'm caught in their spell,
A waking trance.
Reality fades Or was it ever real?
Fiction wraps me tight,
A spinning wheel.
“Estār velthārain mēr in’kael,
Druon velkharās ēn sāēn."
{ 🜃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓀
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀.}
Lost in the pages.
Lost in the glow.
Where does the story stop,
Where do I go?
Words become whispers,
Whispers take flight.
Am I the reader or the tale tonight?
Beatri´s song:
“ Lost in the pages”
Mix
No mother’s love, no father’s name,
Born in darkness, carved in shame.
Ashen skin and crimson eyes,
He walks the night where mercy dies.
Blade for coin and flesh for need,
Blood and lust are all his creed.
No chains, no master, none obeyed,
His freedom bought by those he slayed.
From brothel halls to alleys cold
, He sells his body, sharp and bold.
Trust is poison, love a chain,
Freedom sings through blood and pain.
Blade for coin and flesh for need,
Blood and lust are all his creed.
No chains, no master, none obeyed,
His freedom bought by those he slayed.
Scars and whispers mark his way,
A soul of stone, no debt to pay.
He kills for sport, or just to stay,
Another night, another day.
Blade for coin and flesh for need,
Blood and lust are all his creed.
Darakhim, with eyes of flame,
Ash and blood shall know his name.
Darakhim´s song:
“ The Price of Flesh”
Kufr
Boots full of dust, a laugh too loud,
I toast to storms and spit at clouds.
Coins come and go, so do my sins,
I never ask how it all begins.
I sleep beneath indifferent stars,
I trade my scars for broken bars.
If death is near, then let him wait
— I’ve got a date, I’m running late.
They warn me of cliffs, of blades, of gods,
I grin and roll my crooked odds...
I’m dancing with fate!
Laughing at graves not yet engraved.
I’m dancing with my fate!
Every step closer, every step brave.
I’m dancing with my fucking fate!
No love, no name, no clean escape
— If this is the end, then let it wait,
‘Cause I’m dancing with my own fate!
Cold stone will hold me when I fall,
No prayers, no songs, no names at all.
The earth will drink what’s left of me,
Blood and dust in honesty.
But not today, not while I breathe,
I mock the noose, I flirt with teeth.
If doom walks in, I’ll pull a chair,
Pour him a drink, and smile there.
I’m dancing with fate!
Laughing at graves not yet engraved.
I’m dancing with my fate!
Every step closer, every step brave.
I’m dancing with my fucking fate!
No love, no name, no clean escape
— If this is the end, then let it wait,
‘Cause I’m dancing with my own fate!
“Tharēn vālla morāth ēn sēn,
Nārek ēl thorin vēn.
Sōra īn maelōe ēn thān,
Velāth-noi korr—thalāi ēn."
{ 🜃 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇,
𝒩𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒.
𝐼 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹, 𝐼 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁,
𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁.}
No marker stands where, I’ll be laid,
Just silence, soil, and debts I take.
But if you hear a laugh in the dark
— That’s me, still dancing…
Long past the spark.
Theo´s song:
“ Dancing with Fate”
