Creation of The Northern Star

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As I said before I am currently rewriting the chapters of the Abredallacht and this story appears in chapter three called Tears of Blood during the fall of Amdor.

Submitted: October 30, 2007

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Submitted: October 30, 2007

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Soothly Clator, vassal of Hion forsook the great following of the Centar, moving from their hosts as they fled to foil… death, for he wot his son lost, Metch; wan countenance. Five times he called the name of his son that the waters of Lornen rung brimming with the echoes of a sire despondent in search of his scion. Of Metch is it related that he was a lonesome child without joy, bleak of dimmed faculty who took delight in naught save the candles of Heaven, the Aiye, Oroden blest and hallowed by Ahrah. And it was said that Kavara loved him as though he were indeed her own child, so oft was it that the Lady of All Nature beseeched the boy come unto Heaven and yet e’er his reply was “Nay, here I shall stay.” Yea for Metch in sorrow, maternal-bound would not to flee beyond the loving arms of Priucris, alas she harkened not when he called her name. Verily he roved so distant as the fields of Gimlton, then wayworn that child in longing for its mother came unto the feet of Dom-Ealh and beheld in wonder and in awe of Inor, golden tree, withering shriveled as by advanced age to die that its fruit parched prayed sustenance and hung unliving from its limbs. Thither Priucris, Laurstil, and Cltemmis maidens of Inor bore in waiting for either death or freedom as that which the Avar in all their sagacity bequeath. “Mother!” Metch cried. Yet Priucris gazed on him indifferent, imbibing his frame as last she could then turned away for she cared not though he beckoned and she deferred his cries though it pained her profoundly. Then suddenly a great fire rose up from the earth, devouringthe maidens of Inor within its flaming torrent yet they did nt cry nor wail but as if no anguish from burning had beset their flesh they placid and unailing died, until as golden ash they were dispersed about that realm. Metch sobbed saline tears into the silvery lawn of Gimlton. Anon Clator and Petnm the minstrel happened upon him thither and Clator bore his son into his arms, crying “We must flee! Naught of Amdor remains nor Tallen the lands of Beidwn fall!”

Wellaway, Inor groaned sonorous, cries of great anguish for the light of him failed and the feet of the elves in flight were stayed cast upon the groaning earththey looked on the great death of the divine tree. From gold to black its leaves were limned and the fronds were turned to dust and its dainty boughs crumbled and great hellfire licked and devoured its failing bole. At length having endured what but three hundred thirty years in Edda the scion of Onyalossa at length withered died and was no more. But from it arose a blusterous gale of starry light, that only Petnm escaped from it by the music he sang had it abjured, yet alas all those caught in its dust would from flesh don ponderous stone. And Clator held his son nigh to his beating heart fleeing avaunt for the walls of Menowebh thrice called his name and he would come unto life. Then suddenly the skies from dismal gloaming were set alight and the twain of the morn and the dusk came from heaven down Vroliant and Vingliant, sons of Elumenon, and Vroliant spake as the earth alow the feet of Clator groaned and violent quaked begging for respite. “Give us the boy! hither he shall not stay, lest death you have for him ... Kavara will not suffer death to own boy!” and Clator was come to assessment so soon and he gave the boy, his only child into the arms of Vroliant and Vingliant. Yet Metch strained to be away, beckoning the name of his sire “Clator Father I shall not be parted from thee, have me back!”

Yet Clator was unwilling that even then in bequest his limbs to stone were chilled and he bore like an idol, lifeless and unmoving. Thereat he hurled his arms aloft, mounting air, essaying to grasp a foot, alas … in vain. He uttered now his finishing words ere his gasping breath was stolen “Metch … I love thee!” Avaunt his voice was stifled, his heart allayed, and he was made to be as of the earth evermore; to stone his tears fell to the mould. Thus the child to highest heaven came, haled, by the stars of dawn and dusk, sons of the sun. Lo, for as his ways drew nigh the dappled plains his eyes were bleared, moist with tears, his cries unharkened pealed keening to the earth that the hosts of the Centar turned their gaze unto the heavens and therewithal awe set upon them, forthwith their mouths agape were cast. Then the boy beheld the light of Iailolonda, the empyrean erupting forth in full splendor so bright it vied in radiance with the sun and all the stars of heaven were in his eyes. Hence Aiyeguil gave him to drink of the Laiphonnet, Starry Draught that whilst all its essence seeped into his veins there was come forth a light scintillating as of a star that all the shadows of the gloom wert cast off like raiment and within him seethed a fire of ethereal flame. And thus his garb was strained and in great pieces stole from his flesh, he unclad, now the star of twilight, the star of morn released the boy flying distant, he soared amain beyond the clouds, beyond the veil of air into Nairas, The Starry Plain. Yea Kavara, Star Mistress put forth her power and he perceived of her countenance among the forms of the stars, fair the light that she doth exude and to Metch the Queen of Heaven spake, “Come unto me! Though not of skin for no star doth have flesh as they were in aforetime … come unclad!” thus did he forsake the flesh which like his kindred wore his soul, gliding lost, his frame was flamed to brilliance uncheated, gorging his entire being in white candescence, the light of Kavara, daughter of Aman. He came to halt in the boroughs of the north, burning of searing flame and his light poured forth upon the earth, withal the cry rang imminent, “Hail Metch, star of the north, the guiding star sacred and divine!”


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