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.

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.

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 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.

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.