When the season turned and Harvest was upon them ~ they that dwelt there weild’d not their scythes nor gather’d grain. ‘Twas sword and shield to Harvest lifesblood in its stead ~ as Beings stormed the hillsides ~ slaying as they came.
The Beings Chaos made war upon his towne ~ and all that liv’d sought Shield
in the Circle of Healer Falmir. Whilst those about him wore eyes of fear ~ Falmir
was as the Towne’s Stone Tower.
A score of Chaos Beings rag’d ‘round the Circle of Falmir ~ scream’d
~ and danc’d ~ they forged a Circle of Chaos ‘round the foiling Earth
Circle..Then lo ~ the Circle of Falmir came to naught ~ and with great Cries
the Beings as Swords and Dagg’rs fell upon him.
Nay ~ ‘twas not Falmir they sought ~ nor gold ~ nor goods. ‘Twas his
perfection - Pyramid!. Though small to hand ~ ‘twas great in Power ~ and
fear’d by all things Chaos.
Falmir laid low ~ his bones shatter’d ~ the Beings shriek’d in glee.
Pyramid Snatched from the Healer’s still hand ~ the Beings beheld the Tower.
Borne to height ~ the Beings cast down their Bane ~ ‘til at last ~ it shatter’d
upon the Stone.
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Four were the Shards held aloft ~ their victory complete. The air like water
as Chaos vanish’d ~~ Shards and all with them ~~ All was stillness ~ and
Townsfolk mourned as Chaos laughter faded into sunset.