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  • The Cursed Child: A Tale of Light and Storms

    The Cursed Child: A Tale of Light and Storms

    Born not in shadow,

    but storm-split light.
    With wolves at his side.

    and fire for breath,
    He walks between day and the deepening night,
    A child of healing, a whisper of death.

    They called him cursed, they called him flame,
    Yet none could deny the spark in his palm.
    He bore no weapon, he sought no fame
    But the winds bent low to kiss his calm.

    When Drax lay broken, minds turned black,
    Taranis reached, and thunder wept.
    The fever fled, the soul came back
    And the child collapsed, as the forest slept.

    Now they watch him with fearful eyes,
    This babe who speaks in ancient tongue.


    Yet storms do not ask if the fire should rise…
    They rise because the world’s begun.

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    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 Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

  • Silent Guardians of Stormborne: A Poem and Artisan Tokens

    Silent Guardians of Stormborne: A Poem and Artisan Tokens

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    A poem of silent guardianship from Boldolph and Morrigan’s perspective.

    The storm broke open,
    but we did not howl.
    Not yet.

    We watched the smoke rise,
    the fire crackle
    beneath berry-stained hands
    and ash-painted cheeks.

    The child had come ,
    wrapped in fox hide,
    named in thunder,
    blessed in fear.

    They called him Stormborne.
    We called him ours.

    Boldolph’s breath held steady.
    Morrigan’s heart ached with memory.

    And though they danced and sang,
    we knew
    the wind had changed direction.

    We were not there for the feast.
    We were there for what comes after.

    When the songs fall silent
    and the prophecy begins to walk.

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

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    https://stormbornelore.co.uk/the-saga-of-taranis-stormborne: Silent Guardians of Stormborne: A Poem and Artisan Tokens