Some strengths are silent.
Some guardians stay unseen.
This symbol is his: direction, purpose, and the courage to walk alone.
This image doubles as the thumbnail for Draven.
medium – Ohuhu Markers on A4 paper
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To read the stories associated to this please see Chronicles of Draven
Cancer – The Moon’s Tide explores the reflective and emotional nature of the water sign.
The layered lines and colours evoke ocean depths, shifting light, and the unseen pull of the moon. The rhythm that guides both sea and soul.Hand-painted in acrylics, part of the Zodiac Collection
by E.L. Hewitt / StormborneArts, celebrating the ancient connection between nature, stars, and spirit.
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By E.L. Hewitt Ancient Magic and Myth of the Stormborne
When the nights deepen and the last harvest fades, the air thickens with memory.
The Celts called it Samhain the turning of the year. When the veil between living and spirit thins to a breath.
In the Stormborne lands, it was known as The Veil Between Storms. A night when thunder sleeps, and whispers rise in its place.
The old fires were lit not for warmth, but to guide the ancestors home.
At dusk, light a single candle or hearth flame.
Place it near an open window or door.
Whisper the names of those who walked before you kin, friend, or forgotten soul.
Then say:
“The storm remembers, and so do I.”
Let the flame burn through the hour, then bury its wax or ashes in the soil before dawn.
It is said that the ground carries those names to the deep roots of the world.
where the Stormborne keep their watch.
Rowan berries for protection.
Salt for cleansing.
Apples sliced and shared to honour the cycle of life and death.
Mist water or rainwater collected on the night itself the Tear of the Storm.
To the Romans, Samhain was superstition.
To the Stormborne, it was a covenant proof that nothing truly ends, only changes form.
They spoke of a wind that carried voices across centuries.
of ancestors who stood unseen beside the cairns, listening for thunder.
“All storms are echoes,” they said,
“and the dead are never gone — only waiting for the next sky.”
So when you hear rain on the stones or wind through the birch,
pause and remember.
You are standing in the same breath that moved your ancestors.
The storm still knows your name.
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It’s a proper cowd one out there this Sunday, so what better day to dive into a new post?
Today, it’s a little disclaimer about the language that features in my stories…
While the Black Country dialect does not belong to the Roman period. It is used within these stories to represent the voice of the common people. The humble folk who stood beside Taranis, shaped by soil, storm, and memory.
The dialect itself descends from Old English. First spoken between 1100–1300 CE, and remains alive in parts of the West Midlands today.
The earlier language spoken in Roman-era Mercia has long been lost, leaving no written record.
By using this dialect, I seek not historical precision but continuity.. To let the living voice of the land speak through its past.
“Ow bist, bab?”
means “How are you, love?”
“It’s a proper cowd one out there”
translates to “It’s really cold outside.”
So all together:
“How are you, love? It’s a really cold one out there this Sunday, so what better day to dive into a new post?”
The Black Country dialect has a warmth and rhythm all of its own . It’s how my grandparents and neighbours spoke, and how the land itself still seems to talk on quiet days.
It’s the same voice I hear when I write of the Stormborne. Ordinary folk shaped by wind, stone, and rain, who carry the old sounds onward through time.
By E. L. Hewitt Stormborne Arts
Beneath layers of violet, gold, and sea-blue, the ram emerges ancient, patient, eternal.
His horns spiral like thunder caught mid-turn, his eyes fixed on horizons where storms are born and broken.
In pagan tradition, the ram is the bringer of light. Aries, the first fire, the strength that awakens spring.
In the Stormborne mythos, he is remembered as the Ram of the Storm Gate. The guardian of renewal and courage, carved into the stone circles of Cnocc long before Rome came.
When the storms gathered over Mercian hills, the people raised his sign to call for dawn’s return.
“He stood between the fire and the sky. With horns bright with thunderlight
and when all else fell silent,
the Ram did not kneel.”
Each line of colour marks the turning of the seasons. Purple for winter’s shadow, amber for fire reborn, blue for the rivers that feed the land.
This piece honours the ancient balance between chaos and calm strength drawn not from conquest, but from endurance.
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Unauthorized copying or reproduction of this artwork and text is prohibited.
Beneath the hill the silence waits,
its heart of light unshown.
Each colour marks a life once lived,
each echo carves a stone.
The arch is more than passage
it’s promise, vow, and keep.
For those who cross in reverence
wake what should not sleep.
E. L. Hewitt, Stormborne Arts
(Original Hand-Painted Design by ELH)
The old runes spoke of courage, justice, and sacrifice. The path of Tyr, the god who gave his hand to bind the wolf.
To the Stormborne, this mark symbolized something deeper. The courage to face what must be faced, and to keep walking through the storm no matter the cost.
Each line in this piece was hand-drawn in layered bands of colour. Firming a shape reminiscent of the ancient Tyr rune bold, unwavering, rising upward.
The colours merge like dawn through mist. Gold for honour, blue for truth, and pink for the bloodline of storm and flame that endures through every age.
This painting stands for all those who fight unseen battles. Who rise each day despite the odds those who, like Tyr and the Stormborne before him. Walk the path not for glory but for what must be done.
Original artwork by Emma L. Hewitt (ELH)
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