Chapter Text
Beneath the stars, in twilight’s gleam,
The gods convened in sacred dream.
Ormes, Briva, Hissi, and Vahena,
Spoke of a world torn, a fate bizarre.
Kiriena’s shadow had stretched too far,
A goddess of pain, a cruel scar.
Ormes, thunderous, with skyward might,
Raged against the endless night.
“The time has come to end her reign,
To stop the frost, to heal the pain.
But we cannot fight with gods alone,
We need the strength of flesh and bone.”
Briva, the earth, with quiet grace,
Nodded, her gaze a steady place.
“From deep within, from darkest night,
The heroes will emerge, to set things right.
One who sails the oceans wide,
One whose past will not be denied.”
Hissi, serpent-formed in waters cold,
Whispered soft, her voice of old,
“The cursed and haunted, the lost and torn,
Shall be the ones to face the storm.
The broken-hearted shall rise again,
And with their strength, the world will mend.”
Vahena, the mother, the sky’s own breath,
Her gaze filled with both love and death,
Spoke of redemption, of what’s been lost,
And how the heroes would pay the cost:
"One shall redeem what’s broken and wrong,
One will search where the lost belong.”
The gods, in their wisdom, chose their fate,
Four heroes, each with a tale of weight.
Delphi (merirosvo), wild and free,
A rogue of the sea, with eyes like the deep.
Her heart, though hardened, still held a flame,
Of freedom and vengeance, and a hidden name.
She sailed the seas, with wind in her hair,
Unfurling her sails, unburdened by care.
But Kiriena’s curse had reached her shore,
And Delphi’s past had come to the fore.
Yenah (ahdisti), a soul torn and worn,
Her steps were slow, her spirit scorned.
With every step, the past would call,
A life once lived, now lost to thrall.
Their eyes were empty, her mind in chains,
For ghosts of old had left their stains.
Yet in his heart, a flicker grew,
A chance for healing, a world anew.
Avriel (lunastaja), a soul set to heal,
Once a knight, now lost in the wheel.
He bore a sword of silver bright,
But it was his heart that held the light.
His past was stained with blood and sin,
But his soul was pure, his fight within.
He sought redemption, a chance to be whole,
To heal the wounds that scarred his soul.
Fendrel (kadonnut) with no name or place,
A shadow in time, with a forgotten face.
Wandering between the worlds of life,
A soul adrift, haunted by strife.
Their mind was fractured, their memories thin,
Yet in their veins, a fire burned within.
Together they stood, the chosen four,
Each with a past they could not ignore.
But in their hearts, a spark of hope,
A chance to heal, a way to cope.
Hissi, the serpent, whispered to Delphi
“Your courage will guide you, through storm and sky.”
Briva, the earth, to Yenah she spoke,
“From broken past, a new life will evoke.”
Ormes, the thunder,, to Avriel's soul,
“Redeem what is lost, make the broken whole.”
Vahena, the mother, to Fendrel's fate,
“Your lost path will find its gate.”
And so they were sent, through fire and night,
To face Kiriena, to end her blight.
With swords and hearts, and courage untold,
They fought the frost, the pain, the cold.
For Delphi (merirosvo), would break the chains,
Yenah (ahdisti), would cast off the pains,
Avriel (lunastaja), would heal the scar,
And Fendrel (kadonnut), would know who they are.
The gods had chosen, the path was clear,
The wrongs of the past would disappear.
And in their hands, the future was spun,
The battle for peace had just begun.