Kismet’s Shadows - The purple-eyed knight

“There are legends and stories all of us can hear,
but just sharp eyes and attentive ears
will snatch the hidden ones.
Nothing is as it seems.”

Prologue

“An outburst of bewilderment came up at the end of “The Gods’ War”, each soldier and each captain of the two opposite armies stopped, looking at the sky, helpless in front of Gods’ power: the sun and the moon were dissolving their bond, withdrawing theirself after a two-day-long eclipse. The sweetness and the warmth of their rays purify the silent Thyr’s Bridge. No more soldiers on the battlefield, just cinders heap and shadowy petals.
Mystical lights enlighten the long stony bridge: swords and broken shields on the ground, useless coloured flags were moving in the quiet breeze.
Bloody puddles and slivers of wood, metal and stone were the only witnesses of a finished war.
The eyes of the few survivors could just note the perfect stillnes of that place, where every cause to face a war was not a reason to keep it on; the two parties lost Gods’ support, and only mortal cretures remained to live on a cruel and bloody war: finally the peace came and the king was safe.
In the silence of the shame, everyone found his path: never as then Gods’ wrath had been so scareful. Solarniar and Shania, sun and moon, dropped their fury on both armies; never as then the ancient world trembled: the fear and the droop were palpable in the air.
It was the event that marked the turning point , another opportunity for everyone decided to seize it: it was the beginning of a new era.
Only the Tirdir Giants stood on the Thyr Narrow, the four huge stone guardians at the start and at the bottom of the Bridge, two for part, the ones that would kept the memories of that war, but nobody could hear their story.
Creatures’ lives began to flow again, as they did before the war, far from dark whispers, behind the hills and the lowlands of the Diamond Land; war’s shadows would turn into a pale memory retained just by Elves and Dwarves, so different from Men, overwhelmed by events and used to forget what made them suffer to go on.
New reigns were created and each one chose his path, followig his laws and his Gods, expanding his territory and giving birth to a new time of free conquers. But the peace between the reingns was just a mask that the world could not wear for long time: many wars followed each other, but they were not a real threat to the quiet; not a king dared to lay his flags on the ground of the Gods’ War for avoiding sorrow to the survivors.
What the world understands, but not accepts, is that the evil always finds a way to come back,  in spite of the attempts to avoid it: his seed is treacherous and conceals itself in citys’ crowds  and in lonely gorges, in deep seas and in dry deserts. At the cruelty birth, the world suffers and waits for a bright star fallen from the sky, helding Gods’ wrath and wearing an armour made of light, ready to give to the world every fragment of its pure essence, asking not for a tribute but just for peace.
In a time of shadows hidden by fictive lights, worldwide hope will rise; in centuries of seeming peace, new destinies will be forged; the weavers of the Arcane Archer await patiently for the canvas to be completed, and then they’ll cut the fate’s wires.
In a land of legends, an ancient belief is forged: the Gods’ War marks the end of the Dragons.
Six heroes walked through the ardent gorges of the  Seven Hells of Alasgorth looking for a mighty artifact created during forgotten times, when only the Dragons ruled that savage lands.
It’s said that only one could emerge from that evil magmatic fauces, shirking from the wrath of Hail Vas, th Lord of that land of damnation and master of the deads.
The light expressed by the artifact could shine under the dark sky, allowing to the pure creatures serving the Five Divines to descend and to give a last possibility to the Dragons’ Land, before that the clash could destroy it.
New heroes ever rise and many of them leave this world too early. Only the ones carrying the divine light will bring the banner of light where the shadows dwell.”

Excerpt from “The Creation Songs”
Glandirn

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