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  • 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

  • House of the Umbria Shadow

    Where the Moon Hides.

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    A colorful, abstract painting featuring layered triangular patterns with a predominantly black center, symbolizing the hidden aspects of the House of the Shadow.


    In the hush before the hunt,
    in the footfall that leaves no mark,
    we walk.

    The moon has a twin,
    silver-veiled and silent
    it hides behind us.

    We are not nameless,
    only forgotten on purpose.

    You will not see us coming.
    You will not hear our blades.
    But when danger slips through cracks,
    we are the cracks.

    Call us spies, ghosts, watchers
    but never enemies.

    We are the House of the Shadow.
    And we see what others won’t.

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    Abstract artwork featuring concentric triangular patterns in vibrant colors, symbolizing layers of shadow and mystery.

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  • Life and Prophecy: The Birth of Taranis Stormborne

    Life and Prophecy: The Birth of Taranis Stormborne

    Birth and Celebration

    The Naming

    The women of the tribe had already begun preparing the celebration.
    Only the finest foods would be offered on this special night the night of my brother’s birth.

    The birth of Taranis Stormborne.

    In the woods, the younger children laughed as they filled baskets with berries, blackberries and raspberries, bilberries (wild blueberries).
    elderberries (cooked only), hawthorn berries, rose hips, crab apples, and sloes from the blackthorn.

    Their chatter echoed with pride
    a new life meant strength for the tribe.

    The women worked in quiet rhythm.
    Hazelnuts, acorns (leached to remove tannins), beech nuts, pine nuts, and the seeds. Young leaves of nettles
    were piled high beside bundles of wild garlic and sacred greens.

    I saw my mother’s sister lay a sprig of rosemary at the fire. Not for seasoning but for blessing.

    “Hey, young Lore,” someone called, grinning.
    “You coming hunting? Father says we’re after red deer and boar, fox, grouse, even river salmon. Only the finest meats for your mother and father. A new chieftain has been born!”

    “Father’s naming him tonight? I’m coming!” I said, breath quickening.
    I tried to keep the smile off my face, but it broke through anyway.

    I was seventeen — broad-shouldered, proud, still hungry to prove myself.
    I grabbed my spear and cast a glance back at my brothers and father.

    our father, stood straight as an ash tree his expression unreadable.
    Part of him was already in the cave, beside my mother and the child.
    The rest of him… watched the woods.

    I ran to join the others, my heart pounding. Together, we hollered and sprinted into the deep forest
    a forest older than memory.

    But as our laughter faded behind us,
    a silence settled.

    And then…
    that chill again.

    Not the kind that comes with wind or storm. No, this cold was the kind that clung to your bones. The kind that made birds quiet and your breath feel too loud.

    Something was watching.
    But nothing moved.

    Still, we pressed on.
    The Naming Feast had to be worthy.

    “I hope he survives,” I muttered, trying to sound casual but Nyx heard the worry in my voice.

    “Drax is furious,” he said under his breath.“He thinks the prophecy’s come true.”

    He didn’t say what the prophecy meant but we both knew the stories.

    A child born under eclipse.
    A name written in fire.
    A brother… destined to break us or save us.

    Suddenly, Nyx raised a hand.
    A deer just ahead.

    I nodded once, crouched low, and let my spear fly.
    A perfect strike.

    Nyx gave the bird-call whistle to alert his father. We hauled the carcass back to camp together.

    The others returned soon after.
    The fire was lit. The meat laid out.
    Herbs were thrown onto the flames
    and their smoke curled skyward.
    in a spiral that reminded me of a dragon’s breath.

    Tonight, my baby brother would be named.
    But even as the tribe gathered in joy.
    I couldn’t shake the feeling
    that something was coming through the trees.

    © written by ELHewitt

    Further Reading

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded