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005.an Excerpt from The Ways of Magic
FIRST LIFE
In the Valleys of Javed were
Air and Earth and Water and Fire,
And there, first life.
Created by Magic,
In the shape of trees,
FirElves first were made to be,
In the green valleys, under skys of blue,
Though sleeping ‘til the others came.
And the ring shadow fell and all was well.
Then through the rushing waters fish did play
And in quiet pools they found their rest.
And the ring shadow fell and all was well.
Then through the air, birds did soar
And in the boughs of trees did build their nests.
And the ring shadow fell and all was well.
Then on the ground the animals crawled,
Fur and scales and pouches and tails,
And the ring shadow fell and all was well.
FIRST FALL
Then waking, hearing, shaping,
The FirElves dormant ceased to be.
To choose what they will,
A shape of their own musing,
Or forever abiding in the will of their Maker.
And Alvah was the first FirElf to fall.
Born of fire, at ease in the air,
Feeding in water, at home everywhere,
A phoenix, the willful FirElf chose to be.
And the ring shadow fell and all was not well.
SECOND LIFE
Magic breathed life into fire, Hadyn.
And for him, Magic breathed life into air, Haizea.
Magic breathed life into water, Quan.
And for him, Magic breathed life into earth, Avani.
Twined as the suns in the sky, Hadyn and Quan.
Like sisters too, Haizea and Avani.
And Quan was made to hear.
In the Valleys of Javed,
Alongside the unfallen
Day after day,
Learning The Ways of Magic.
SECOND FALL
The fruit of every tree,
The meat of every creature,
Food to be.
The shade of every tree,
The cave of every mountain,
Shelter to be.
The course of every stream,
The pool in every glade,
Cleansing to be.
Save one.
The pool forbidden,
Brings shapes unbidden,
For them it was not to be.
But how coud it be
Alvah whispered to Avani.
Why shouldn’t we
Avani whispered to Quan
To hear the songs
And know not the shaping
Was almost more
Than Quan could bare.
Why shouldn’t we
Dared Quan to Hayden
Come swim with me
Hayden invited Haizea
To swim in the pool
To be shaped like the FirElves
But they were not made for this
That afternoon swim
For a shifting shape did come
Shifting from life to death
From growth to decay
Til one day they would die.
And the ring shadow fell and all was not well.
Alas, these are the crummy first drafts Anne Lamott said I shouldn't let anyone see. Posting them here stops me from chucking them in the rubbish bin. After I get the bones of the stories down, I intend to edit them so they read more like the stories a bard might tell in a medieval mead hall, or a modern day coffee house on open mic night. Not quite poetry, but with a more lyrical voice. I also need to learn some tricks from the oral tradition of story-telling. Stay tuned.
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- If you are brand new to The Legends of Coldorn, you should start with The Prologue or the first part of the About Faerie Tales page.
- Ultimately, each faerie tale should be able to stand on its own. Taken together, the related faerie tales form a complete story arc. The Magic of Dashkir is just one arc in the Legends of Coldorn. You should read tales from The Magic of Dashkir in THIS order.
- 001.Prologue
- 002.an Excerpt from The Ways of Magic
- 003.The Magic of Dashkir: The Prophet’s Tale OR the shorter version of the same tale, edited for a timed reading.
- 004.The Magic of Dashkir: Rex (he needs a better name)
- 006.The Magic of Dashkir: Govan
- 007.The Magic of Dashkir: Strangers
- 008.The Magic of Dashkir: Leaving
005.an Excerpt from The Ways of Magic is just that, an excerpt from the sacred writings of Coldorn. It tells of the creation of FirElves and of humans on Coldorn, but it is not part of the story arc called The Magic of Dashkir.
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