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It reverberated within the hidden caverns of my chest, the BOOM of thunder and crack of lightning as it erratically slithered across heaven's  shadowy havens. They told me it was the eternal battle between the giants that brought us crystals and iron from the sky and the angels raging above us. The silver Lords they called them, great beings clad in plaited steel with runes of power carved into their hammers and crowns.

They were the ones that folded luminescence into the Elysium towers for they alone could spark flames from shadows and bend light into darkness. So mighty and skilled they had become they soon became filled with visions of their own, of precious things they now wish to create of their own accord. As such, it was deigned in heaven's highest throne room that they may try their hands and the earth was granted to them that they may create in it and beautify it as they so desire. 
Thereafter, they made strong its foundations with pillowing mountains and a clear awning that it may mirror the twinkle of stars by night and capture the sun's gleaming grace by day. In the shadow vales they fashioned the gems of the earth, of the crystalline jades and rubies, clear diamonds and glistering gold, the tinted beryls, the singular almandines and the tourmalines and so on and so forth. These were made after the many components they had woven into heaven's white. It was the forging of the colors for before it, none including the angels knew of them only the vast darkness and its celestial unlike, none except the makers and the king of makers. 

The king looked upon the treasures and with a mighty rumble he buried them beneath valleys and covered them in great chasms, cast them into the deepest pits. It was deemed then: "these illustrious things will wait in the dark wells of the world for those whose core are as precious as their beauty, they shall adorn the ones who hold my breadth." Then he turned to the numena of architect and promised that they nor that which held their touch will ever be undone until the ends of time. So they were blessed but thereafter they would hammer the light of this gift into an egregious and grievous evil. 

For they had grown proud of their makings, anger they contrived in their heart that their doings should be buried needlessly for others besides them. Who should be more worthy of such magnificence except those who created them? The lechery for their treasure hordes grew along with envy and malice for those who were deemed greater in measure than them and wrath against the one that denied them their right. They tombed themselves in their Acedian halls cloaked with the darkest of veils, away from the purity and glory of heaven.

Here they gathered in ill council, the greatest of them that they may decide the best way to reclaim that which they now bred pride and brooded greed over like a jar with no harmony, only cacophonous sounds, righteousness abandoned them. As did good reason also and in their self-conceit they declared themselves wiser and more powerful than the white king. From the threads of belief that they were the true inspiration for beauty they wove a grim mantle about them though they knew not. Dark things were gathered and in them they devised to bring forth a light of their own, another breadth to oppose the white and from the corruption fire was born with flames of many colors but wild and malignant. But for all their mastery and will they could not give them form and so the iron hammers were melted to form molds or armors as they were later named and the fire beings filled them and burned them, blackening the silver lustre into terrible forms of flames and shadows. Legions upon legions were created such that the doors of the Acediac (The forsaken halls) were forced open. That you should conceive the vastness of these halls and that you should know of their numbers it is said there is no other expanse in the universe that can rival the Acediac except heaven itself. Thus came to be the fire demons before the waking of man. 

When they marched upon heaven it is said no other sound had ever echoed in all the worlds, had the angels knew fear they would have coward before it. Marched they did but their path bore no end, for the way to heaven's gates became lost to the Hammer lords, the knowledge was now irretrievable in the discord they had wroth in their minds, forgotten when divinity had passed from them. Their demon spawns became restless, unruly, disobedient to their now weaken masters and in their great disharmony and confusion chaos was born. 

The walls of the mundane was rent asunder and a devastating light rose from it, a majesty over all, if the clamor of the demon march was great the voice that befell them was much greater and terrible, then fire knew master, chaos knew order and all knew fear, true fear. The white king had come forth and he spoke: "Know that its from me all life came and from me so too will come their end and there is naught that is, without my decree for it to be." Like a vacuum in the void the Acediac drew a deep breadth and reclaimed all that was spawned and unleashed from its forges. The fire demons were drawn back into its mighty halls choked and disheveled. Their fire grew feigned and was belched from their depraved forms then fortified by the powers of their screams until it danced among them as a raving torment, a harrowing keep now known as Hell. 

Shame was the mantle the Hammer giants had spun and they prostrated themselves before the white king, chastened for the mischief they had done. So the power of creation was stripped from them, runes of providence became a curse that they shall wonder until the end of time in contention and naught shall ever more come from them but their treacherous raucous to remind the heedless of the power of their god.   

That's what they told me, that sometimes they would still bandy themselves together in tempestuous thunder darkening the skies with their gargantuan forms, to find heaven's gate but the angels would come to disperse them and battle would be joined. Though their silver armor cannot be undone nor they themselves, they are no match for an angel's lightening spear. Upon the cloudy fields of their utter defeat, they would weep for their treasures afar, for the grace they once had and for the misery they have become and their tears are as pure as the sky's awning which would drip heavily from its makers' immortal grief bearing the gift of life though they who shed it do not know it as it was long lost in the discord of their minds. 

Another thunder clap echoed within me and enliven a morbid thought, should they one day remember the gate to earth can the angels stop them from descending upon us with their wrath? After all demons have found the else have they come to be amongst us?!


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It tumbled along the stone path, a gentle rise and fall, its orange and yellow made warmer in the sunlight. Then the wind rushed over the trees like ghostly galloping horses, caught it with a great rush upon the path and sent it travelling with great speed towards the forgotten tower. It stood like a monstrous troll that had turned to stone in the morning light, waiting to be awaken, waiting with an ugly frown for a star to fall and let the curse be undone.

As if the troll tower knew it was there it grew angrier, more and more so until the clouds became restless and disordered, clustering together, spreading a grey gloom over the land and sky. In the veiling shadows,  its magic was shed and it transformed into a most curious person, small as a leaf, dressed in pale yellow tunic and trousers beneath an orange cloak. There was more magic, had to be, for then he pulled a slender wooden staff from beneath his cloak-a little taller than his head. With it, he made a great leap onto the first terrace of the tower, then again to the second and third, and finally to the ancient tower top.

He pushed back his hood from his cloak to reveal a silver crown set upon his head, the center and foremost of which twinkled a blue jewel. This jewel he took and set it in the middle of the ruined fountain that stood upon the tower. When he struck it with his staff a bright blue line of light shot up to the sky and pierce the gathering storm above. This time the land was bathed in an eerie saxe glow. His voice fell like a whisper upon the wind as he twirled a silver wisp of magic betwixt his fingers while his staff hovered in front of him and when he blew the wisp upon it the staff became a sliver bow. He touched the vertical filament of light and it shattered into a floating sea of twinkling specs all about him. It was as if he was surrounded by thousands of tiny blue will-o-the-wisps. He caught one and where he touched it to his bow there an arrow appeared. He drew it and aimed at the firmaments in the very instant the dark shadow arose and descended upon him, winged, ferocious and screeching.

A monstrous bird with terrible talons, as black as night except for those white haunted eyes screeched and clawed at him. He was too nimble for it shooting his magic arrows rapidly and with good aim. But when they touched the monstrous winged thing it burst into a brilliant blaze that made it recoil but a little though never doing any real damage. The attack of the monster bird was furious and unceasing and he grew tired barely dodging sometimes until it caught him in its talons and flung him from a great height upon the tower. The blow took the fight out of him and he turned himself over to see the winged shadow with dead white eyes ascended then plummeted with wrathful speed to deliver its death stroke as he laid lifelessly there...

The air trembled from the disturbance of its descent whilst all the blue orbs gathered to him, he reached for them, it screeched, drew the arrow, closer now, and let loose a shoot of fierce luminescence. It missed. The world slowed as the elysian arrow passed its ghastly face and limned its white eyes with a deathly dreadful glow, then raced to the sky. His death came ever closer, as big as a mountain with a scream like thunder, he closed his eyes when the flash erupted for where the arrow pierced the sky's smoky mountains, lightening descended.

It struck the shadow demon seconds away from delivering its impending doom and it burst into white flames. But its body did not fall to the tower, instead it blazed in mid air, folding in upon itself until it was a white orb, burning with a sundry of colors. He stood then and watched the flames fade to leave a clear crystal orb twice his size, levitating before him. By his own sorcery did his bow became a staff once more which he gently extended to the glass orb. When it was touched by the magic flash, the crystal orb shattered into a spectrum of radiance spiraling outwards and just as quickly was drawn back in as a dazzling implosion.

He uncovered his eyes to behold before him an illustrious phoenix, its fiery plumes arrayed in all the colors of the rainbow. He bowed to it and it returned the courtesy before landing for him to mount and soon they were in flight as a burning comet streaking through the wind.  

The phoenix landed upon the castle's immense wall, black and ominous as the shadows that crept from it. The castle itself was invisible only to be seen in moonlight. At that moment though, it lay hidden, for nothing could undo the thunderous storm brewing overhead, neither stars nor moon. The storm seemed gentle to his foreboding that something more terrible lurked near, frightful as night and minacious as fire. He held his breadth when he heard its growl, the wall immense as it was trembled with its every step, fear and death were coming.

He threw himself to the ground as fire spewed treacherously towards him. It came forth massive and mighty as a tower, black as sin, hell's inferno burning within, the feigned dragon of Morguring. The Sidhe Prince rose to meet it and when the dragon breathed its fire again the phoenix countered with  flames of her own. With a swipe of his staff, phoenix fire encircled him, a white shield against the red fury. The dragon bellowed in anger, raised its head and aimed its infernal vengeance at the Prince's Phoenix. The fire held within its gaping jaws was given a deeper breadth of malevolence such that it was unleashed as a ball of foredoomed conflagration. The phoenix transformed itself into an opposing sphere of white light and when the two powers met naught survived. His phoenix was vanquished. The dragon's stare once more turned upon him, a vitriolic glow of imminent nemesis.

He raised his hood and with a grand sweep of his staff a great swirl of sorcery engulfed him. The transmogrifying whirlwinds evaporated to reveal his body donned in silver armor, an imposing knight armed and shielded. At the next thunder clap, sword and talons met, shield with fire, malice with magic clashed and clamored in battle. They matched stroke for stroke, cunning with cunning until the dragon misjudged the speed of its opponent and took a grim blow to one wing and another to its leg. In the haze of a seemly victory, the Prince miscalculated his enemy and never perceived the swiftness with which the dragon whipped its tail until it smashed through his armor and injected a mortal venom into his chest. The combatants parted, the dragon retreated injured and limped while the Prince fell to his ruin.

As his life's footsteps stepped further away from where he lay white flames burst from thin air and his phoenix flew to him, she was not vanquished only had vanished, a feint, providential and prepense. She landed and laid her body upon his to proffer her greatest gift and strongest weapon. Once her light had completely diffused into him her body fell away as ash caught and scattered by a passing breeze sodden with much rue and woe. He rose again with an injurious heart tormented by the prickly torn of grief that was so deeply seated there. 
Nevertheless, he rose, anguished but with new life and new resolve. With silver bow once again in his hand, he faced his enemy,  and felt the hellish heat of a dragon's breadth churning with the deepest evil the horrendous monster can muster. The Andromeda's kiss. It bore a purple tinge from its raging intensity and would incinerate bone, stone and steel. It raised itself mightily upon its hind legs, wings spread, jaws bared to release its ultimate weapon...annihilation came swift and silent, then the wall and all were blasted asunder. 

A sparkle up high caught its sight but by the time its gaze was focused an arrow of white victory fled from the Prince's bow and pierced its dark heart. The phoenix had not only given him her life but also her prowess of flight and fire from which he had conjured the luminous deadly arrow. He landed near the dragon's body and with a touch of his staff he drew the spirit's fire from its heart and tamed it into a fire stone. His quest was completed, the fire jewel will take the place of the blue one that was taken from his crown. The powers of dragon flame will revive his people's diminishing sorcery, a new light in the enclosing darkness, warmth, power and life for another one thousand years. The mystical smoke of the concealing spell once more wrapped itself about him so that when it vanished where had stood a prince was now a leaf, its orange and yellow ever brighter as it sailed upon the wind, cloaked in secret, flying back to its secret dwelling with secret fire for the grim winter coming.

The light peered through fading clouds to sit upon the garden wall where a black cat slept like a dead dragon, then flew down and raced to the old stone bird bath, as if an ancient tower, made ugly and crooked like a troll from weathering and neglect, standing amidst the stir of fallen autumn leaves that covers the garden's winding path, sailed up the side of the house, through the window and stung my eyes, waking me,  spilling the magic of my daydream.

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