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Tag: Thirteenth Son

  • Taranis Stormborne: A Poem of Exile and Resilience

    Taranis Stormborne: A Poem of Exile and Resilience

    A Poem of Exile and Identity.

    A Poem by Taranis Stormborne

    I was the name they would not say,
    The thirteenth son they gave away.
    Born too late, with skies in veins,
    A storm that whispered through their shame.

    They blessed the first, they praised the strong,
    Each brother’s place in tribal song.
    But I a hush, a trembling glance,
    A question wrapped in circumstance.

    I healed the bird. They saw a curse.
    They watched me rise, then feared me worse.


    A child of feather, flame, and thread
    A boy who woke what should be dead.

    I bore no crown, but bore the cost.
    Of every death, of every loss.
    Too small for war, too young for blame,
    Yet still I walked through fire and name.

    Exiled not for deed, but fear.
    No grave was mine, no cradle near.
    Yet wolves have eyes where men have blind,
    And storms remember those they find.

    So let the bards forget my face.
    Let time erase the tribal place.
    For fire burns but does not beg
    And storms are born on broken legs.

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  • Stormborne: The Thirteenth Son and His Prophetic Naming

    Stormborne: The Thirteenth Son and His Prophetic Naming

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    An artistic representation of a mother holding her baby, symbolizing love and protection, echoing the themes of warmth and celebration in the naming ceremony of Taranis Stormborne.

    The fire rose high, its heat warming us as we sang and danced around it.
    the Song of the Spirit carried on our voices.

    But beneath the music,
    there was a chill in the air,
    something wrong.
    something dark,
    as though a shadow had seeped into the world unseen.

    “My brother cried once, Father,” I said,
    pride swelling in my chest.
    “It was like he answered the thunder god himself.
    Even the wolves are silent.
    Even the dragon doesn’t strike.”

    I ran my fingers gently over Stormborne’s face.
    my baby brother, wrapped in warmth,
    calm in a world that seemed to hold its breath.

    Father War, chief of our people
    placed a strong hand on my shoulder.

    “I’ve noticed the strangeness too, Lore,” he said quietly.
    “But tonight we don’t fear each other’s company we embrace it.
    Tonight, my son, we celebrate.
    Tomorrow… we stand guard.”

    “Yes, Father,” I replied.
    “As you consider.”

    I stepped back and watched,
    as he and Mother approached the fire.
    They stepped ahead proud carrying Taranis wrapped in the freshly cut fox hide.
    its red fur a symbol of cunning and strength.

    War cleared his throat,
    lifted the baby high,
    and turned to face the tribe.

    “I name him Stormborne,” he said,
    “for he was born from the storm
    the thirteenth son, under thunder and fire.
    He will be a mighty warrior.”

    The people gathered close.

    One by one, they reached into the sacred ash. They marked the child’s forehead and chest black smudges to bind him to the tribe,to earth, flame, sky, and spirit.

    Food and drink flowed.
    Smoke curled into the sky.
    Even the animals gathered at the forest edge to witness the naming.

    So was born Taranis Stormborne
    the thirteenth son,
    the thunder child,
    and the one the winds would never forget.

    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.

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    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