Tag: CelticMyth

  • The Torn Banner: Symbolism in The Chronicles of Drax

    Abstract artwork featuring a banner design split between contrasting colors, with triangular shapes and lines, symbolizing division and conflict.
    Symbolic artwork representing the tension between loyalty and legacy in The Chronicles of Drax.

    Original artwork by ELH – The Chronicles of Drax Collection

    A banner torn between storm and empire.
    Two worlds divided by duty, yet bound by blood.

    Painted for The Chronicles of Drax. This piece reflects the tension between loyalty and legacy.
    The moment when even a symbol begins to fracture.

    Medium: Acrylic paint pens on card
    Series: StormborneLore The Chronicles of Drax
    © 2025 ELH / StormborneLore. All rights reserved.

  • The Bloodseer’s Warning

    The Bloodseer’s Warning

    Transitional Stone → Bronze, just before exile


    When blood coils around the heart of the lamb,
    the bond becomes poison.
    Beware the face of kin—
    whose blade is only seen in shadowed glances.

  • The Dark Seed

    The Dark Seed

    Late Stone Age prophecy several years before exile


    In the shadow of the storm-child’s steps,
    the grass will wither,
    and the cries of the young will fall silent.

    He will be the warm hearth that burns the house,
    the sweet fruit that sours the tongue.

    His hands will lift the spear against strangers,
    but the spear will find his own first.

    The clan will not cast him out for hunger or rage,
    but for the graves his shadow leaves behind.

    Tone: Fearful — spoken by an uneasy seer, remembered when the clan’s children die.

  • The Earth’s Echo (Early childhood)

    The Earth’s Echo (Early childhood)

    Stone age prophecy

    The stone remembers the foot that breaks the quiet earth.
    He will walk beneath stone and storm
    until the bones of mountains bow and bow no more.

  • The Naming Words (Birth)

    The Naming Words (Birth)

    Stone age prophecy

    Before the first cry,

    the fire already knew.

    Before the first mark,

    the sky already wrote.

    Before the first breath,

    the wind had already whispered

    He is not like the others.

    He is flame clothed in skin.

    He is silence that will shout.

    He is shadow that will shield.

    He is Taranis.

    And the storm has given him breath.