| The Fabled Myth Of A New Land | |
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Casual - Student  |
I The dawning of creation saw Virt plant a sapling seed. He watered it with blesséd words And served its every need. He knew the world was ready for The grandest of the trees, To plant its roots in earthly soil And scrape the sky with ease. True paradise united those, who Lived beneath its shade, For always it would surely be The noblest thing He made. And Virt was pleased for he could see Its might could never fall. It would be tried and pushed aside, But e'er it shall stand tall. II One day a Bubu, dark as night, Came flying through the sky. It circled thrice the ancient tree And flashed a civil smile. The crowds stood still and watched the being, Enchanted by its flight. This silent land made truly grand The Bubu-being's delight. "Hear my words," the Bubu cawed, And piercing was his voice. "Beneath my wings, so sleek and black, I carry seeds of choice. For years uncounted have you lived Beneath this one great tree. I find the time is ripe for me To add variety." Upon these words the soot-black being Flew thrice around the crowd. And thrice he threw the seeds he bore On to the holy ground. The Bubu then did settle down Amidst his planted seeds. He watered them with blesséd words And saw to all their needs. It took not long before a grove Surrounded the great tree. The eyes of people opened wide In curiosity. Thus some decided to go forth And see the newborn leaves, For they had long been seeking for Some change to their beliefs. But some stood by the Oldest One, Their faith in Virt was firm. They knew the seed He planted was By Holiness affirmed. III The Bubu's deed had dark results, For Faithful were now few. And still a lot would leave their ranks And search for something new. But one man, higher than the rest, Knew now the time was right, For he was granted, by Virtue, To harbour unseen might. His name was Roan, for he would weave Our dreams to timeless tunes. He had the fairest countenance That shone in divine hues. Being tired of all the traits of men, Who left their faith behind, He sought an audience with Virt, To whom he spoke his mind. "Oh Holy One, I beg of You, Pay heed to my sore words. For years have I with fears of heart Seen woe among Your herds. I cannot be with idle thoughts And live within Your shade, When all I see are noble men Who from Your light have strayed. Release me from Your paradise, And let me make a world, Where Your voice is the only voice That in the wind is heard. The world shall hold in reverence The One and Only Lord, And Nature of this coming world With You is in accord." Thus Virt, who knew the Bubu's deeds, Did hear Roan's humble plea. And raised a mighty land of men Amidst the swirling sea. Then Roan took off with his three sons, To shape his newborn land. He came ashore and prayed to Virt A tree-branch in his hand. "Your Holy Tree gave me his child To plant into this earth. For blessed shall this ground now be As You define its worth." IV The land was large and plentiful, With beauty everywhere. The streams and lakes were crystal clear The hills were green and fair. In the north did Roan create A Haven of the Light, For all the ages it would stand To fight the darkest night. This realm would be the only one That Roan was to create, For all the other lands he left For human hands to make. He gathered now his three tall sons, And told them of his plan. "Just one of you shall be awake For every age of man. I ask of you to love this land In Virt's name and mine too, You must respect the lives of men, As they will respect you. Do not affect the living world, For men are bound to none. You must ensure the harmony Beneath the blazing sun." He put to sleep the youngest sons, Both in their hallowed halls. And to his eldest son he gave The might to govern all. And Roan decided it was time For him to fade away. He gave his life to give the world The Dawn of the first day. Upon Roan's death the world received A breath of Life to bear, And all the newborn creatures then Did bow their heads in prayer. And this is how Roan's golden world Did truly come to be. It would be still the greatest praise To Virt and the Great Tree. EPILOGUE The grove holds many pleasing sights And tempting it is too, The seeds a Bubu planted once Made men doubt what is true. Yet one tree comes not from these seeds, But from Virt's own design. It stands much taller than the rest And breathes in the Divine. For eons has man tried to fell, Caught in his wont for change, This symbol of stability In hope to rearrange. But Art and Beauty are not things Created by bare hands. For even he who wrote this myth Did follow Nature's plans. --- Thus history becomes legend, as lyric turns to prose. What happened next in Roan's land is a fabled tale; as enchanted and mysterious as the very air of the holy land. The first of the noble sons, Jacen Aratan, would foster the land. He would harbour the people and the animals of the land with his might, spreading the gospel of Virtue and Roan, thus being in accordance to the blessings of his Father. During the first of the three ages, the land would thrive in unrivalled plenty and beauty. No evil yet lived in the land, for this was an age of spritual and physical growth. The first age would be remembered as the most enduring time of the land. Three races of men evolved during this time of peace. The Faithful were the mightiest in spirit, for they are direct descendants of Roan, and their names and deeds would echo in the hallowed halls of the land for eons to come. The Tridians were the race of men who most loved the course of magic. They would study the ancient texts, and thrive in the energy and might of Virtue's words. They draw their power from nature, but always in the name of the Lord. The third race of men are called the Bubuans. No one knows how they entered the Isle, and they had little or nothing to do with the other races. They would gather in their realm far north, veiled in shadow and mystique. But still no evil was witnessed in the land. Thus, as Jacen Aratan witnessed the birth and growth of the land, he would eventually find that his work had been done. He had ensured that the first age was seen through peacefully and without hindrance of any evil ways. After two thousand years of glory and riches Jacen decided that it would be time for him to sleep. He withdrew into his halls of stone, and entered the eternal sleep. --- The second age began with the awakening of the second son, Casual. He was wild at heart and wanted to shape the land according to his own plans. During the second age the Bubuans had discovered a terrible secret. Within their halls they concieved a power so mighty and dark that the very lives of all the Isle's inhabitants would be scarred for ever more. For the Bubuans summoned the dark being Bubu into the land. The second age would see blood for the first time in history. The Tridians and Bubuans were truly in a conflict, for as the Tridians wished to share their might with Virtue and Roan, the Bubuans withdrew their power from the dark being Bubu. Wars ensued, and all the races of men would be involved in these conflicts. The mightiest of all the tales of the second age would be the tale of Mike and Menaxia. Mike is the prince of the Faithful, and Menaxia the queen of the Bubuans. Mike and Menaxia, being desperately in love, confessed their union to their repsective families, thus starting a terrible war. Dark terrors were summoned from the depths of the underworld, only to be countered by the beasts and plants under the Tridians' command. During the battle, Menaxia was fatally wounded. Breathing her last breaths in the arms of Mike, she would be the first martyr of the great war. But Mike, holding the dying Menaxia in his arms, would not give up. As Menaxia breathed her last living breaths, Mike made a terrible vow to follow her into afterlife and draw her back into the world. Lament of Mike and Menaxia I Breathe not my love, for every breath Thou takest does bring thee nigh to death. Weep not my love, for every tear Thou shedst does fill my heart with fear. I see the dark fall on our love Like winter reaping summer's field. And spring is but a foolish wish; To darkness we are bound to yield. Thy end is near, I cannot lie, My heart I'll bury by your side. II Oh quite an act of evil fate To condemn lovers for love's sake, For is it not the will of Virt To lead our love where none have trod? Through afterlife I shall thee seek, And with our blood we shall defy The powers that so guideth us In ways unrightly justified. Oh Lord Virtue now leave us be, To reap the crops of misery! III The burning wounds, so deep and grave, Throughout thy body, like a wave, Make every beauty of the past A distant memory weak to last. But through thy hurts I still can see The fairest being to e'er have lived. Thy beauty scars me like a fire That easily does not forgive. Through all my life, in every dream, Thy Godly eyes have haunted me. IV Goodbye my love, but not for good, For I shall meet thee in the Wood. Through dark and light, through fire and steel, The Tree of Virty shall thee reveal. And though it might yet kill my soul, I'll bring thee back into this land. For what is beauty to this world, If not touched by your golden hand? I greet the dark that waits for me, And pray that soon thy smile I'll see. The second age ended as Mike and Menaxia entered into the world for a second time. They had received the blessing of Virtue himself, who in turn was not pleased with Casual's forthcomings. Thus Virtue decided that by sealing Mike and Menaxia's union he would finally return Casual to his halls for his eternal sleep. Thus the second age ended with peace between the races yet again. Casual was set to sleep, and the last of the sons, Kenyon, would wake up. Even though the second age was concluded with vows of peace and prosperity, some wounds were drawn that were just too deep for the lives of men to understand. And that is where the saga shall continue... Disclaimer: The poems here are originals written by me, but appropriately modified for The Jedi Academy  Have fun reading, and maybe some day you'll find out what happened during Kenyon's age. You'll hear about the great warlock Wolfwood, and of DJ_Sith and massadoobie, the twin sons of Mike and Menaxia, whose lives shall change the world forever... _______________ Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. This post was edited by Casual on Aug 23 2004 07:46pm. |
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Trad Redav - Student 
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that's awesome, literally. _______________ Well then. Just so you know, just because I don't post often doesn't mean I don't lurk this place multiple times every day... |
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Axion - Student 
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Cas, your awesome. Where's the dog?! ::points to me:: _______________ Axion - Yeah. This comment was edited by Axion on Aug 26 2004 02:48pm. |
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Mookie - Ex-Student 
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Absolutely breathtaking. |
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Garos - Student 
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Awesome! |
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Jacen Aratan - Student |
I feel like I'm in the Silmarillion. w00000t! Good job, man. |
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JamesF1 - Student 
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OMG c00l _______________ Website |
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Antares - Student 
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 Holy! That is truly impressive Cas, I'm already eager to see the next part _______________ "only two things are infinite: Human stupidity and the universe. And i'm not sure about the latter" Albert Einstein Proud padawan to Obi-Wan Kenobi, Brother to Tido, Setementor, Jalune and Jana-Johauna |
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Roan Belouve - Retired 
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Woah, i can barely string sentences together and you create this. I humble in your presence Unc. Great work. _______________ *Bro to Vaxxla,Padawan of FiZZandOdan-Wei Part of the mighty Belouve Dynasty-Knight of Nippledom.Twin of Selphestal!**Proud Master to Kaelis and Acura Friend to anyone who would call me the same  . Pic by the amazing Majno (merry)
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Casual - Student 
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Poetry and prose as a hobby (though I want to be a published author), but fooling around and making silly posts that's professional baby. Oh yea, and don't look for errors or contradictions, I whipped that up in quite a short period of time. _______________ Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. |
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Scythus Aratan - Student 
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WOW Just.. wow. Awesume Dude! You do this professionally? _______________ Padawan to the great Jacen Aratan! <Setementor> Scythus is a genius! Claimer of the 5000th post in the Count thread [Solitude] scy rocks [Casual] good point scythus, you're really smart |
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