Epilogue

The Legend

In the grand halls of the Crimson Court, a vision of extraordinary beauty, with a voice as clear as a mountain stream and as resonant as the deep woods, sang the Legend of Cecil Dawnwhisper. Her fellow musicians, played a magnificent and sad song, filling the room with their entrancing melodies.

“In the Realm of Shadows, where darkness lay,
A miraculous wind swept the gloom away.
A goddess’s sorrow, unfulfilled and deep,
Cried out, filling the sky where shadows creep.
Her tears became stars in the vast, empty night,
And her mother watched over, with the moon’s soft light.

Bathed in this eternal moonlit glow,
Stood a magnificent tree where dreams would grow.
Its roots were as strong as the world’s own core,
Its height reached the heavens, forever more.
With leaves that shone with the seasons’ grace,
It danced with the stars, an ethereal embrace.
Attuned to the magic of the four seasons’ lore,
Its heart guided it through time evermore.

At the foot of this tree, in timeless repose,
Slept the guardian of time, in ivy’s close.
Protected by walls of living green,
In a slumber profound, a serene scene.
It is said, in Feywild's direst plight,
The moon goddess’s daughter’s sorrowful light
Would fall from the sky, to awaken the sage,
Who’d rise with his staff, to reality engage.
With staff in hand, he’d reshape the plane,
Binding time and space to his will again.

In those miraculous times of need,
Our heroes feel the seasons’ breath indeed.
Summer’s flame in their hearts would ignite,
Spring’s renewal giving bodies might.
Winter’s icy grip on their swords would fall,
Autumn’s charm would enchant them all.
Their eyes, dark as a warrior’s art,
Their bodies shining with moonlit heart.

In those moments, deep and profound,
One could feel the guardian’s presence all around.
Cecil, Elara, and Arken true,
Gave their souls to hold us through.
Legendary protectors, their spirits entwined,
In the Tree of Seasons, forever enshrined.”

by Liora Sablecharm, Enchantress Bard

The End