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  • Beneath the Storm-Crown

    Beneath the Storm-Crown

    I stood where thunder carved the sky,
    Where old oaths broke, and none asked why.
    The staff I raised was not for war,
    But for the ghosts I still fight for.

    Boldolph’s eyes were iron flame,
    They spoke of love, not seeking fame.
    His growl a warning, not a threat
    A brother’s bond I won’t forget.

    The wolves still watch. The dragons wake.
    Each vow we make, each path we take
    A storm-born soul must never stray
    From fire-wrought truth or shadowed way.

    Let others rule with golden tongue,
    I lead where pain and praise are sung.
    For every scar upon my frame
    Is carved from love, not just from flame.

  • After the Duel

    After the Duel

    A Fireside Conversation

    The courtyard had long emptied. The ash of the fire pits still glowed faintly, casting soft light on stone walls and weary limbs.

    Taranis sat alone, legs stretched, a jug of broth in one hand,. the other flexing and sore from the clash with Boldolph.

    The crack of staffs still echoed in his bones.

    Footsteps approached not boots, but clawed paws. Heavy, padded, unmistakable.

    Boldolph.

    Without a word, the old wolf-man knelt beside him, a strip of clean linen in hand. He took Taranis’s wrist and began to bind the bruises, slow and methodical, like a ritual done a hundred times.

    “You didn’t hold back,” Taranis said after a moment.

    “You didn’t ask me to.”

    The silence between them was old, familiar. Like the stillness before a storm. Or the hush before a boy became a warlord.

    “I needed them to see I bleed too,” Taranis muttered, wincing as the linen tightened. “That I fall. That I get back up.”

    Boldolph grunted.

    “They already know you bleed,” he said. “They just needed to see you still feel it.”

    Taranis looked toward the sky. Smoke trailed like threads into the blackness. One dragon circled high above, a quiet sentinel.

    “I keep thinking,” he said, “about when I was exiled. Alone in the wilds. All I had was that storm inside me and the promise that no one was coming.”

    He looked down at the staff beside him.

    “And now… now there’s you. Solaris. Lore. Drax. Rayne. Even Draven. I have everything I never thought I would. And I don’t know how to hold it without crushing it.”

    Boldolph didn’t speak at first. Just poured a second jug of broth and handed it to him.

    Then he said, low and hoarse:
    “Every beast that’s ever bared teeth knows fear. Not of pain. Of losing what it’s fought to protect.”

    He paused, eyes distant.

    “I was exiled once too. Long before you were born. I clawed through snow and silence, not knowing if I was cursed or chosen. I still don’t.”

    Taranis turned to him.

    “You stayed. Even cursed. Even as a wolf.”

    Boldolph nodded.

    “Because someone had to. And because I believed that one day, the one I guarded would understand the weight of the fire he carried.”

    The flames crackled beside them. Taranis took a slow sip of broth.

    “I understand it now.”

    Boldolph gave a grunt soft, almost approving. Then he stood, stretched, and turned toward the shadows.

    “You’re not alone anymore, High Warlord,” he said. “Stop trying to fight like you are.”

    Then he was gone, back into the night, tail flicking behind him like a whisper of old magic.

    Taranis sat a while longer.

    Then he smiled.

    Not like a warlord. Not like a weapon.

    Like a man who had bled, fallen, and been lifted again by the hand of a wolf.

    Thank you for reading.© 2025 Emma Hewitt / StormborneLore. All rights reserved.Unauthorized copying or reproduction of this content is prohibited.

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  • The Road to Umbra Written from Lore’s perspective

    The Road to Umbra Written from Lore’s perspective

    An abstract illustration featuring a colorful design with intertwined patterns, prominently displaying the words 'LORE STORMBORNE' and 'ELH' at the center.
    A vibrant artwork reflecting the themes of struggle and resilience in the narrative of StormborneLore.

    House of Shadow

    I do not speak of heroes.
    I speak of those who walked in silence.
    Of boots torn at the sole,
    and breath taken with care
    lest the wind betray them.

    I walked the road to Umbra alone,
    but never unmarked.
    Each tree knew my name,
    each stone held a memory,
    and the crows whispered
    what the living dared not say.

    My brothers called it exile.
    The warlords called it treason.
    The wolves knew better.
    They call it the long return.

    I did not carry banners.
    I carried wounds.

    I did not seek the throne.
    I sought peace and found shadows
    that bled like I did.

    And when the night fell thick with frost,
    and even the stars looked away,
    I did not pray for light.

    A heartfelt thank you for engaging with the narrative of StormborneLore, inviting readers to support the storytelling journey.

  • I Stand for Human Rights

    I Stand for Human Rights

    From Palestine to Ukraine and Beyond

    A symbolic image featuring two white doves perched on a scale of justice, with the text 'I stand for Human Rights' prominently displayed, symbolizing the advocacy for human rights and equality.
    Symbolizing justice and peace, two doves perch on a scale, representing the call for human rights.

    Peace. Dignity. Equality. On a healthy planet.

    These are not political demands. They are the foundational promises made to all of us through the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR), adopted by the United Nations on 10 December 1948. These rights were written not in comfort, but in the shadow of war, genocide, and oppression.

    They are rights meant to protect every person, everywhere.

    And yet, in 2025, we still witness starvation, exile, bombardment, injustice, censorship, and fear.

    I stand with the people of Palestine children trapped in rubble, civilians without food, and voices drowned out by politics.

    I stand with the people of Ukraine, caught in a brutal war where cities are shelled and homes destroyed.

    I stand with those fleeing anywhere Syria, Sudan, Yemen, the Rohingya for the right to be safe, housed, fed, and free.

    I stand with people who are simply trying to survive.

    What Are Human Rights?
    The Universal Declaration of Human Rights begins with a simple truth:

    *”All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.”

    This document was built to protect that truth. It includes rights such as:

    The right to life, liberty, and security
    Freedom from torture, slavery, and arbitrary arrest
    The right to asylum and nationality
    Freedom of opinion, religion, and peaceful protest
    Access to food, housing, education, healthcare, and work
    These are not luxuries. They are the agreed foundations of justice and peace.

    You don’t need to be perfect to deserve them. You don’t need to be powerful. You just need to be human.

    A Personal Voice, Not a Political One
    I do not claim to have all the answers. But I know suffering when I see it.

    I know that international law matters, and that it is being ignored.

    I know that families are burying children they couldn’t save.

    I know that food, water, and medicine are being denied.

    And I know that staying silent feels like betrayal.

    This platform, StormborneLore, blends myth and memory. But sometimes, reality bleeds through.

    So let this be real.

    Let it be clear:

    I stand with Palestine
    I stand with Ukraine
    I stand with all people whose basic human rights are under attack
    No one should live in fear for existing.

    No one should starve in silence.

    No one should be forgotten.

    Final Words
    Human rights are not a theory. They are a heartbeat.

    Please read the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
    Share it. Discuss it. Hold power accountable.

    And if you’re struggling or afraid, know this:

    YOU MATTER!

    And there are still people who believe in your right to live, love, speak, and thrive.

    Further Reading

    UN DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS

  • The Houses of Caernath Part 7

    The Houses of Caernath Part 7

    The Fifth Flame

    The stone circle of Emberhelm stood silent under the pale light of morning., five cairnstones glowing faintly in their ancient places. The air shimmered with a stillness that only came before something eternal was spoken.

    Taranis Stormborne, cloaked in black and silver. stepped ahead to the first cairn the one carved with roots and mountains, circled in white ochre. He turned to face the gathered warriors, wolves, and wanderers.

    “Before the dragons flew,” he said, “before the wolves howled, there were five lines of fire. We knew only three. But today, we remember them all.”

    He turned to Draven, who stepped ahead slowly, still favouring his side.

    “Brother you bled for us. You survived what none should have. You guarded the line even when no one knew it was there.”

    Taranis drew a shard of stone from the cairn itself. Then handed it to Draven, and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

    “By the weight of the earth and the strength of the mountain, I name you Lord of Terra.”

    A cheer rose from the crowd, led by the wolves, then echoed by the dragons above. Draven bowed not to Taranis, but to the people.

    Taranis turned then, slowly, toward the fifth cairn the one none had touched in generations. It bore a sunmark, and a spiral, and a cut across its base. where an old flame once split the stone.

    Beside it stood Rayne, straight-backed now, though his eyes still bore the shadow of the collar. And beside him stood Tirena, a woman of stone and flame, silent and radiant. With one hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sun-marked blade.

    Taranis paused before speaking not as a warlord, but as a brother.

    “Rayne. We lost you once. You were chained, beaten, turned into a whisper. But you came back. And with you came fire not born of wrath, but of forgiveness.”

    “Yet even flame must have form. And no one guards the flame better than the one who sees in silence.”

    He turned to Tirena.

    “Knight of Lumen, daughter of the dawn do you stand beside him of your own will?”

    Tirena gave a single nod, her voice soft and fierce.

    “I do. Not for crown. For cause.”

    Taranis placed his hand on Rayne’s shoulder, and raised his other toward the sun.

    “Then by the fire that remembers and the light that does not burn. I name you Rayne of Lumen, Lord of the Fifth House.”

    The crowd was still for a heartbeat.

    Then a pulse rolled through the cairns. A faint hum, like the deep breath of the land itself, stirred the hair of every person there.

    The ley lines had awakened.

    Five fires, once lost, now stood again.

    Taranis looked out across the gathered faces his brothers. His people, the wolves, the dragons, the flame keepers and shadow walkers who had followed him through storm and silence.

    His voice dropped low, just above a whisper, but the wind carried it to every ear.

    “I know I wasn’t there for you. I’ll always regret that. Father exiled me… and maybe I would’ve run anyway. But that exile taught me many things.”

    He looked to each brother in turn Lore, cloaked in dusk and silence. Drax, ever the storm, hands calloused from war. Draven, grounded like stone. And Rayne, flame rekindled beside the steel gaze of Tirena.

    Taranis smiled, but it was not the smile of a warlord. It was that of a boy who had once been cast out. Now stood at the heart of everything he loved.

    Just then, Draven stepped ahead again, his voice steady.

    “Brother… you were exiled at eight,” he said. “We not protect you then. But we can stand with you now.”

    Taranis’s gaze faltered for the briefest moment not from shame, but from the sudden weight of grace.

    “And I will never walk alone again,” he answered, his voice thick with feeling.

    Around them, the wind stirred the banners of each House. The cairns pulsed faintly, glowing at their roots. Overhead, the wings of dragons cast long shadows across the circle. And for the first time in generations, all five ley lines were whole.

    Thank you for reading

    © StormborneLore. Written by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

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    Further Reading

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

    The Chronicles of Drax

    Join the Adventure in Tales of Rayne’s Universe

    Ancient Magic and Myth of the Stormborne

  • Good Afternoon, God eftermiddag, Prynhawn Da, Buenas tardes, Guten Tag, Добрый день (Author note)

    Good Afternoon, God eftermiddag, Prynhawn Da, Buenas tardes, Guten Tag, Добрый день (Author note)




    Thank you to everyone who took the time to read yesterday’s Authors Note.

    just a warning : This is NOT EDITED in anyway so there will be spelling mistakes and grammar issues., structure issues.

    Why am I doing this?

    The reason I’m saying hello in English. German, Russian, Spanish, Swedish and Welsh (I do apologise if I’ve spelt or wrote anything wrong)

    The reason for it is those are the top countries in my stats for viewing my site.

    THANK YOU

    Thank you and USA youre number one. Thank you, and last night’s authors note had more likes than any other piece.

    AI and Me

    Well I’ve tried AI and still think even with all the errors. My writings probably better, than ai even though I use it to Polish my work it feels wrong.

    Less human! Less capable of putting in what it takes to make the reader feel. SO after talking to my child who is a one of the biggest book nerds I’ve know. Someone who states don’t use AI they steal from other writers.

    They are right but my stories are mine and double checked even triple checked not just through grammarly. But I also paste anything that I’m suspicious of direct into search engines manually check. If something worth doing it’s worth doing right !

    The Plan Today

    What’s on the plan today is easy 4 pieces.

    This authors note

    1 story – Three houses of Caernath part 7

    1 poem – based on the eternal lords

    1 article

    1 recipe. Inspired by the bronze age

    Where is my world based?

    Someone asked me where are my stories / world based?

    Worcestershire.

    The House of Flame – Ignis.

    Infact Emberhelm is based on the Malvern Hills and surrounding areas. Where I walked every weekend as a child and teen. An area stepped in history and folklore from Roman Britain to today.

    Shropshire, Welsh marches and Staffordshire

    The houses of Lore and Drax

    Tempestas (house of storm) and Umbria (the house of shadow)

    While Drax guards the marches with his armies of tempestas. Lore works his charms throughout his lands of Umbra. Taranis sits in the main house of Ignis. Soon to be joined by two others.

    Again I spent hours walking not just around my village. But Cannock chase and Tettenhall woods, Walsall woods, cannock woods. I listened to historians, folklorists, read books on mythology, folklore, hauntings of the areas.

    Other areas

    I’ve walked Glastonbury Tor. (The hard way even ended up crawling at the top. But worth it and I proved to myself I can achieve the impossible. )

    I’ve walked the long mynd (shropshire)where a village is said to have disappeared. The walks beautiful but not for those with mobility issues.

    I’ve visited Wales (let’s face the truth at one point most of England was welsh). so when I include Welsh it more of a nod to ancestral heritage. My favourite place in Wales is Pembrokeshire.

    Everywhere I go I’m learning not just the history but any folklore people are willing to share.

    Growing up in Staffordshire gave me an opening to learn the Lore. Of not just my village but cannock chase and many other areas.

    I was told “never put rough articles on your blog”. but when you don’t have funds for an editor for your articles where do you go?

    Many indie writers told me once Grammarly but that’s ai isnt it? If anyone has any suggestions please let me know.

    I’m learning and slowly starting to use my own raw writing on this site.

    Have a good day, and to those in war torn areas or going through tough times. blessing and positive thoughts go out to you.

    Please try to stay safe.

    © StormborneLore. Written by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

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    I wrote this directly into wordpress so absolutely no editing.

  • 100 Tales from the Halls of Emberhelm 🐉

    100 Tales from the Halls of Emberhelm 🐉


    100 posts. 19 days. 6 tales a day.

    From the first howl on the wind to the firelit feasts of Caernath, StormborneLore now stands tall a living archive of myth, memory, and meaning.

    In these past 19 days, you’ve journeyed through:

    ✨ Poems of Spirit and reflections from wolves, dragons, outcasts, and gods
    🔥 Tales of Hardship and Hope, stories born in darkness, rising toward the light
    🍖 Feasts of the Ancients, recipes inspired by the meals of warriors, crones, and storm-born kings.
    ⚖️ Truths of Our Time articles echoing modern struggles: disability, injustice, survival, and healing

    Each post is more than just a page — it’s a voice from the halls of Emberhelm.

    “When all the world forgets us, we will still sing around the fire.” Taranis Stormborne

    To every reader who’s wandered these halls, thank you. To every warrior, wolf, and flamekeeper yet to come welcome home.

    StormborneLore
    Fiction forged in myth. Truth written in fire.

  • The Houses of Caernath Part 5

    The Houses of Caernath Part 5

    The Feast of Echoes


    As the feast burned on into the night, the firelight danced on stone and skin. The laughter of children clashed like wooden swords as they played warriors. Dashing between the legs of old veterans now soft with wine and bread.

    From the edge of the great hearth-circle, Boldolph. The ever watchful wolf-man, stood with arms crossed, one eye scanning the shadows beyond the firelight.

    Beside him, the High Warlord of Caernath. Stood wrapped in a dark cloak trimmed with the dragon’s sigil, grinned like a rogue caught in mischief.

    Morrigan, seated nearby with a healer’s grace. But a wolf’s patience, gave Taranis a sharp look one that said plainly: “Behave. Don’t test those who would die for you.”

    Taranis gave a half-bow and a lopsided smile.

    “I know, fair lady. I’m not the cub I once was but has everyone forgotten?” He raised his arms wide, as if to embrace the stars. “I can’t die. I’ve walked out of battles far worse than the ruins of old clans left to rot.”

    At that moment, two small children ran up and collided with his legs, eyes wide with awe. They looked to their fathers for permission then to Taranis as if gazing upon the man behind the myth.

    One boy stepped ahead, voice clear:

    “We’ve heard the tales, sir. Especially of Stormborne how the dragons flew above the ridge and bowed to you. How Boldolph and Morrigan led the wolves into battle. Everyone fought, but only you walked out untouched.”

    Before Taranis answer, Solaris, seated close to the fire, his collar gone but his voice steady, spoke quietly:

    “No… I think he means the Cave of Skulls. One hundred and fifty men, women, and children trapped. Clawclan sealed the tunnels, left their own behind. But you…” Solaris met Taranis’s gaze. “You went back. You left the manor of Rock. You found the torture dens. You should have walked away. Instead, you tried to free us.”

    His voice grew softer.

    “My father cursed your name that day. My mother tried to calm him. But the slave the one who defied the lords had stirred the dead to rise.”

    Taranis looked into the fire.

    “They caught me. Tortured me. Bound my hands in chains of bone. Months passed. They set the date of my execution and buried me beneath the stone the very slab the warlords dined upon.” He paused, the flames reflecting in his eyes. “But they didn’t expect me to climb back out. From under their own table.”

    He turned to the children, his voice gentler now.

    “As long as I draw breath,” he said, “you will not face this world alone. Nor shall horrors befall you while I yet live.”

    A hush fell over the feast, broken only by the crackle of fire. And in that silence, some said they heard it faint but unmistakable:

    The low, mournful howl of a wolf, rising from the northern hills. And then another.

    And another.

    As if the old ghosts, the ones buried in bone and memory, were listening.

    “they’ are howling for you Taranis, a lord they can all trust, a man leading his people to better days.” Morrigan said with a gracious smile

    © StormborneLore. Written by Emma for StormborneLore. Not for reproduction. All rights reserved.

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    Further Reading

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

    The Chronicles of Drax

    Join the Adventure in Tales of Rayne’s Universe

    Ancient Magic and Myth of the Stormborne

  • The Warlord’s Lullaby by Stormborne

    The Warlord’s Lullaby by Stormborne

    Rest your weary head, sweet child,
    For our lord and his men stand guard.
    Fear not the shadows, hush your mind
    They hold the dark ones far behind.

    Sleep now, my boy, for dawn draws near,
    The Day of Selection is almost here.
    When the High Lord walks among the brave,
    To choose the ones with hearts unshaved.

    Rise, my child, today you train,
    Chosen by the Warlord through ash and rain.
    He sees in you a warrior’s light
    So heed no fear, for he brings no fright.

    He is kind, though forged in fire,
    A stormborne soul who lifts you higher.
    Stand tall, young one, your time is come—
    To walk the path, to beat the drum.

  • The high warlord of Caernath 

    The high warlord of Caernath 


    A man of honour a man who cares 
    A man who shared the darkness
    yet brought the light.

    His tables long but round

    with a star of five points
    So his warriors can all hear his point 
    From near and far.

    While the dragons fly over head 
    The wolf-man warrior by his side
     tall, protective like a father figure 
    Our leader raised by cursed wolves
     but with his grace freed his friends 
    No slaves exist in Caernath he made it so

    The high war lord of Caernath rules equal with charm and grace.
    but fury like the darkest of storms
    His group of 12 warriors, seers, healer.
    around the table making laws, deciding wars and peace.

    Come one, come all,

    to hear the tales of.
    The High Warlord of Caernath.
    A giant in spirit, a friend in kin,
    Whose heart burns brighter than the wrath of wind.

    He lets no soul go hungry nor cold.
    For in his eyes, all people hold
    The spark of flame, the worth of kin.
    No exile too lost, no outcast too thin.

    The fire burns bright at Emberhelm’s gate,
    For weary travellers and those burdened by fate.
    Hungry, tired, or wounded deep,
    He offers food, a place to sleep.

    So if you wander, far or near,
    Know this truth and hold it dear.
    The High Warlord of Caernath stands,
    With open heart and open hands.

    Copyright Note

    © 2025 E. L. Hewitt / Stormborne Arts. All rights reserved.
    Unauthorized copying or reproduction of this artwork and text is prohibited.

    further Reading

    A Journey Through My Poetic Collection