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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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  • Legends of Taranis: The Fire Within

    Legends of Taranis: The Fire Within

    Whisper not his name too loud,
    Lest storms descend and fire shroud.
    The child who walks ‘twixt wolf and flame,
    Was never born to live the same.

    His cradle rocked in winds that roared,
    His breath was thunder, wild, untoward.
    At one moon old, he called the stars
    At two, he broke his brother’s bars.

    The elders spoke with furrowed brows,
    “This one will break our sacred vows.”
    But in his hands, a light did grow,
    Too pure to burn, too fierce to slow.

    He healed the sick with dragon’s grace,
    And sorrow fled his glowing face.
    Yet fear, like roots, took hold and spread
    “He brings both blessing… and the dead.”

    Some say his eyes hold forest lore,
    The wolves’ old grief, the fae-folk’s war.
    Some say his blood recalls the flame
    Of gods who walked with no true name.

    What tribe can hold a storm so wide?
    What fire endures when fear must hide?
    So mark these words on bark and bone,
    The Stormborne never walks alone.

    For when the wind begins to wail,
    And branches sing a deathless tale,
    Look not for mercy, shield, or guide.
    The fire within the child will rise.

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