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Tag: Mythic Birth

  • The Birth of the Ashborn

    The Birth of the Ashborn

    A poem from the whispers of the forest after Taranis saves the she-wolf and her pups.

    They say the storm once walked alone,
    Through fire’s breath and forests blown.
    A child of exile, ash, and flame,
    Who bore no crown, yet earned his name.

    He found her there the mother torn,
    Her belly bruised, her breath still warm.
    The hunters laughed. The kindling caught.
    But mercy moved where rage was taught.

    The wolves rose first with fang and howl.
    Then he, with eyes that shook the boughs.
    Through smoke he tore the yew’s black roots,
    And bore her forth with bloodied boots.

    The fire danced. The forest burned.
    But in the blaze, a legend turned.
    Three pups were born from soot and sky,
    And none who watched tell you why.

    One bore lightning on its spine,
    One with eyes of gold, divine.
    And one was pale as ghostly thread
    The fire not fled, but burned instead.

    Now whisperers call him Storm fire still,
    The boy who chose not rage but will.
    Who fed the flame and spared the beast,
    And from that night, the howls increased.

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  • Taranis: The Legend of Fire and Sky

    Taranis: The Legend of Fire and Sky

    Taranis Unveiled.


    A short ceremonial-style verse, spoken by a tribal Seer during the naming.

    A dramatic volcanic eruption with bright orange and red lava flowing from a mountain, surrounded by dark ash clouds and a moody sky.

    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.

    © StormborneLore written and created by ELHewitt

    Further Reading

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded

  • Taranis and Boldolph: The Birth of a Chosen One

    Taranis and Boldolph: The Birth of a Chosen One

    The Myth of Taranis and Boldolph.


    The rest of us stepped back.

    Father’s eyes had changed
    flashing a pale shade of red.

    Thunder cracked as he stepped into the cave. Ready to lay eyes on Mother and the newborn she had fought to bring into the world.

    We stood behind him in silence,
    all of us but one.

    One brother, whose eyes held no joy.
    Only fear.
    Only the taste of blood.

    “Thirteenth son of the thirteenth son,” he muttered.
    “Born during a storm… and an eclipse.
    Even the dragons have fallen silent.
    And the wolves, they’ve stopped howling.”

    Just then, as if the forest itself heard hima sound split the trees in two.

    Boldolph.

    His howl rose like thunder turned voice,
    a cry so powerful the very air seemed to flinch.

    A painted representation of a black wolf howling with glowing red eyes, set against a crescent moon, decorated with Celtic patterns. The name 'Boldolph' is written in vibrant colors at the bottom.
    Artistic depiction of Boldolph, the powerful wolf, alongside symbols of mythology and nature.

    At his side stood Morrigan,
    his bonded mate white as new snow.
    She gave a low, haunting cry
    and pressed her head gently against his.

    Then the dragon stirred.

    It lifted its head,
    wings stretching wide like a storm reborn.

    And with a roar that lit the sky,
    it rose.

    Fire molten and blinding
    erupted from its throat,
    painting the clouds in gold and crimson.

    And there, across the eclipsed heavens, the name appeared.

    TARANIS.

    Burning.
    Brilliant.
    Undeniable.

    As if the stars,
    the storm,
    and the breath of the gods themselves
    had spoken as one:

    This child is no curse.
    He is chosen.


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    Further Reading

    The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded