Distazoel lived a life of bliss in the heavens above Earth. She would spend her time dancing or watching what went down below. She saw many things, but there was more to discover, so she left the divine halls to explore different vantage points, so she could discover new views. One day she found herself above a great big forest. She tiptoed close to the edge of a cloud to get a better view and ended up slipping. She failed to maintain perch and she fell of the edge. Her wings were not strong enough, so she plummeted to earth. âOh no, if I touch the ground I shall become one of the fallen.â She cried.
She landed hard and hadn't it been for the friendly inhabitants of the land that nursed her back to health, she may have perished. Once better, she went on a journey to climb back to heaven. She would only know for sure if the heavens would take her back, if she at least tried to return. So after some farewells, she embarked alone on her journey.
On her way through the jungle, she met Moinen the Wizard. She was drawn by his magic song and he greeted her as if he had expected her. Enchanted by the beauty of his voice and skill in the lute, she begged him to teach her the art of music and magic, so she may return home and greet the gates of heaven with song, music and dance.
Moinen sung an alder sapling out of the earth and it grew into a lute. He then sang the iron in the earth into wires and bound it with unicorn hairs and then strung the lute. He told her, if she learned to play this new strange lute within a year and a day, he would help her find her way back to heaven. She practiced dutifully and within a year and a day, she could play one song. Moinen was pleased and together they started their journey through Pan.
Starved and tired they arrived at a village. They were greatly relieved to find an opportunity to have a place where they could fill their bellies and sleep on soft beds. The villagers fed them until they were full, replaced their ragged clothes and let them stay the night. Next day, the wizard and Distazoel found out that the villagers were starving. Game was scarce and the harvest was bad and they would be forced to slaughter most if not all their cattle to survive. Distazoel asked why they had fed them and had clothed them despite their predicament. They answered that since they understood hardship, they took pity on Moinen and Distazoel and helped them. How can one not take pity on those who are in plight just as themselves. Greatly stirred by the villager's own plight and goodness, both the master and student sang. They sang the one song Distazoel had learned and the magic fueled by their gratitude, made honey gush from springs and the winter ice melted and the sun shone and rain fell and the flowers bloomed. The people plowed the fields and planted wheat. Around the springs of honey, the first sweetcorn to ever grow sprouted from the earth. They had a plentiful harvest and even the livestock they feared had to be slaughtered, had enough feed to make them fat and multiply.
Moinen and Distazoel carried on their journey.
On their way, they came across a battlefield. Two lords from two feuding families and their armies where just retreating to resume the fight another day. Once both armies had retired to their camps to rest and eat, Moinen and Distazoel made their way past the armies avoiding their detection. They arrived at the manor castle of one of the lords. They introduced themselves as bards and were invited to play at a banquet. Both lords agreed that after the battle they would dine together to discuss terms.
Both lords were young, since many of their family had fallen to each otherâs side and they were the last remaining heirs. A baron and a baroness.
At the banquet Distazoel sang and played the second song she had learned during her journey. Enthralled by the beauty of the song, the Baron and Baroness forgot their grievances against each other for a moment and fell madly in love. But when the song ended, they remembered their grudges, the Baroness fled the halls and left the Baron in his castle, riding off with her entourage.
Despite all this, their love still persisted. Whenever their armies fought in battle, the Baroness fretted over the safety of the Baron. She commanded her men to not slay the Baron and to capture him instead.
One day the Baron was injured by an archer, his men were unable to retrieve him and he was captured by the lady's men. The Baroness forced an armistice with the Baron as a hostage as leverage. The Baroness personally nurtured him back to health. Spring turned to Summer and not long after, the Baroness discovered that she was pregnant. She told the baron of the pregnancy and they decided to marry in secret.
Soon the Baron's knights arrived, sent by his uncle and demanded their lord back, offering a generous ransom. The Baroness declined the ransom and the couple publicly declared their marriage and love for each-other. A great feast was held to celebrate the peace and unity of both houses; now united and no longer enemies.
During the feast, the knights who had been sent to ransom back the Baron, slew him. Stabbing him to death with dinner forks, which back then had two long pointed prongs and were not like the short three pronged ones we have today. Before they could turn on the Baroness, her knights came between her and the assailants, who fled. Her husband died in her arms while she wept and they kissed their final fare well.
The Uncle who had sent the knights to ransom the Baron resented him. He believed he should have been the head of the house and had him assassinated. War broke out again. This time the Baronessesâ house and the knights loyal to the deceased Baron fought against the usurper and the knights loyal to him.
In winter the Baroness gave birth to twins. Both boys. The first to come out was the heir to the Baronessâs lands and the second was to become the lord of arms and was promised his fatherâs lands and his title as baron, once the usurper faced justice. Both boys were instilled with hatred towards their great uncle and trained diligently in the art of war. As the war raged, they grew to be strong and proud men. The people adored them and their knights loved them.
They amassed a great force and when the day came to face the usurperâs armies, they were victorious and their treacherous great uncle was captured. He was judged as guilty by the kingâs courts, however the Usurper Baron invoked the right of trail by combat, so his execution was delayed. The Lord of Arms, the younger brother stepped up as the challenger and slew his great uncle in the duel and took his place as the baron of his fatherâs lands, as it was his birthright.
Soon, war broke out again, this time, the children of the great uncle, vowing vengeance laid siege to the new Baronâs castle. The new Baron, a great warrior and the leader of many knights, defeated that army, victorious, just as he had been before. He was about to execute his treacherous aunts and uncles, but the daughter of one of his uncles, put herself between him and her father and brothers, trying to protect him. The Baron fell in love and asked to court her, in return for sparing her family and only banishing them. She accepted the proposal.
They courted and as time went by, she too fell in love with him and eventually they became engaged. They would finally be married and would have children. And at their wedding, Moinen and Distazoel sang and played the same love song they had sung to the Baronâs Mother and Father long ago.
Moinen and Distazoel continued on their journey.
Many years later, their journey ended at a city near the sea. They took shelter at an inn. There they heard about the great and terrible sea wyrm. Every second year, the beast demanded a maiden sacrifice, or else it would flood the earth. When the sacrifice pleased the dragon, it would heard all the fish to the bay near the city. The daughter of the cityâs mayor had been chosen in the lottery and she was to be the sacrificed. Dismayed, the mayor begged Moinen to hide her. Moinen refused the mayorâs request. Distazoel however went to the daughter and helped her escape and hide. The citizens refused to give up their daughters as substitute and accused the mayor of trying to worm out of his duty. Why should they give up their daughters, when he wouldnât do it himself.
Distazoel, sang the third song she had learned during her journey and made the wyrm sleep for a further year and a day. That year, no sacrifice went to the dragon. The fish became scarce and the city became poorer and fewer merchants came to the ports. People blamed the lack of sacrifice for their plight.
When the wyrm finally woke, it was incensed; he had overslept and there had been no sacrifice to greet him. The dragon came ashore to confront the people. He rode in on waves that threatened to flood the city. âWhere is my sacrifice! I overslept and it must have escaped back. Bring it to me!â
Distazoel went to the dragon, walking across the waves to meet it.
âAre you my pure maiden sacrifice? I never expected to get an angel. I am greatly pleased! I am merciful and shall forgive the insult made against me! In fact, I am generous too, so I shall send many fat fish!â
Distazoel said nothing and only played her lute and sang the third song. The waters calmed and the waves went to sleep beneath the surface.
Instead of being enraged, the Dragon puffed up his chest. âBehold my great power! I control the sees!â It said. âI can call the waves and I can dismiss them. Behold, I shall bring it back again!â
Yet when the dragon tried to bring back the waves the waters didnât heed his command. The Wyrm was too busy acting surprised and embarrassed to notice that Moinen had crept up behind him. The Wizard sprung onto his back and ran up his spine all the way up to his head, holding a great spear in one hand. âYou have finally revealed yourself,â said the Wizard, âand now, you shall pay the price for your mischief.â Moinen impaled one of the Wyrmâs eyes.
The Wyrm, driven mad by the pain, fled, never to return to that city and terrorize the inhabitants.
Moinen and Distazoel sang the third song again and that night all people slept soundly and with no more worry in their hearts.
Moinen and Distazoel carried on their journey and they came across an old friend of the wizard. It was an immortal man, an old warrior. Despite his age and wisdom, the immortal was in need of help and would offer his undying gratitude if only Moinen would aid him. The immortal had a friend who was also an immortal and a great wizard. The immortal wizard had succumbed to great despair and hopelessness. The warrior explained that the great wizard had tried all he could to help humanity, but again and again, was faced with failure.
Moinen and Distazoel continued their journey now accompanied by the immortal warrior. Moinen lead them to at a great mountain, where a three headed, evil, fire breathing wyrm lived. Moinen and Distazoel, sung the fourth song the angel had learned. The song lured the wyrm out of the lair. The immortal warrior slew the wyrm by cutting of all three heads. Moinen told the warrior to open up the wyrmâs chest and remove itâs three hearts. The warrior did as asked.
All three hearts had been wounded in the fight and were black as coal, but despite the dragon being dead, they kept on beating. Moinen bundled up the hearts in a spare cloak and told Distazoel and the old Warrior to take turns carrying it. Then, Moinen instructed the warrior, to bring them to his friend. The three journeyed to the wizardâs tower, which was inside a great city. Once they arrived at the city, they were met by guards. They had been expected. The king who lived in that city had heard tales of the old warrior slaying the three headed dragon and asked for the dragonâs heads as a trophies and offered great riches in return. When the king found out that the warrior hadnât brought the heads with them, he had his men rob the three travelers and stole the three black hearts. He then banned the three from the city.
In his palace, the king ordered a great feast and asked his cooks to cook the hearts and to stuff them with all his favorite meats, roots and herbs. The king, his knights, and his nobles, all ate of the hearts. Once they were done, they continued feasting and partying. As the days and nights passed and they kept on partying, horns and scales started to grow on those who had eaten pieces of the hearts. By the time they were done feasting and partying all, those who hadn't fled, had turned into scaly fire-breathing men and women, with a core of evil, where their hearts should have been.
Moinen, Distazoel and the immortal warrior went on a new quest. They went to find the three wise dragons, to ask them to aid them against the evil that had tainted the heart of the kingdom. Moinen and Distazoel sang the fourth song while on their journey. They found the first wise dragon up north, the second east and the third west. All three wise dragons agreed to purge this evil and disguised as humans followed the three back to the city. They found the city gates abandoned by the guards. When they entered, no one was in the streets and all windows were shuttered or boarded up. Moinen and Distazoel sang the fourth song again. This drew out all the vile creatures that once had been men and women into the streets and out of hiding. The beasts went for the adventurers and started to pursue them. The group fled to the wizardâs tower, where they finally met the immortal wizard, who had no idea what was going on outside, because he had spent all this time locked in his tower exploring magic and alchemy. The immortal wizard had become frail in his seclusion and his heart had stopped beating long ago and had shriveled up and turned to dust. Yet the wizard, being an immortal kept on living. The three dragons each gave one of their hearts to the wizard and laid them in his chest. Having done what they had come to do, the three dragons left, flying back to their domains. The wizard grew one whole foot, his bent back straightened, and life and strength flowed back into his body and his face flushed with life.
Moinen and Distazoel sang and played the fourth song for the last time. This time, all the people who had been hiding came out, the song revealed the bravery and strength in their hearts. Together with the help of the people and the powerful wizard, they rooted out all those corrupted by the evil wyrm and slew them. Some escaped, but most did not. The king, who had turned into a great wyrm himself, was slain by the immortal warrior and the wizard.
All praised and hailed the immortal warrior and the people demanded he become their king. The warrior, was reluctant. He had once been a king long long ago. He had been a bad king and his kingdoms had fallen, just as this one did. And further experience of holding similar responsibility had shown that ruling brought out the worst in him. The people kept badgering him to become their king and finally, the warrior relented and was crowned. The warrior, now king, chose to rule for the next seven years. In those seven years he spent his time ruling and writing new laws. Everyone loved their warrior king and his new laws, and they swore to abide by them. Once the seven years were over, the king wrote his final law, but put it above all other laws he had written. In that law, the king declared all the people of his kingdom his heirs, making them royal, giving them all of the royal privileges. The old warrior was ancient and most people of this city, were descended from him, and those who weren't were adopted, so his decree was indisputable. Commoner and noble alike all were now royalty and heirs to the throne. Every seven years, the royal people of this nation would vote one of their peers to be king for the next seven years. And after making his last royal decree, he abdicated after they elected his successor. And so, this nation where everyone was royalty, grew into great prosperity.
Moinen and Distazoel continued on their journey, this time accompanied by the warrior and the wizard. Deep in the northern parts of the great dark forest of Nil, they heard a fae calling to them for help. They searched for days and finally came across a very small but very deep lake, more like a very deep water filled pit, from which a small stream flowed. The voice crying for help came from somewhere deep inside the lake. The wizard created a huge bubble and carried the party to the bottom of the lake. The closer they got, the better they could understand the words being cried out. âPlease, I have been burned, please, stop this pain. Kill me.â
Moinen and Distazoel sang the fifth song they had created. It was the song of healing and a bright light emitted from them lighting up the great underwater cave. At the bottom of the cave they saw a figure of a woman. The water around her bubbled as it touched her burned skin and despite their attempts to heal her, her burns would return. Moinen sang the third song, giving the poor creature a chance to sleep, which it hadnât done for a very long time. When she fell asleep the heat dissipated from her body. The water stopped bubbling, and when the bubbling ceased, they saw was a figure, still and pale. They then sang the fifth song again. This time the healing magic worked. The magic healed her injuries and even a great part of her soul. After sleeping for a year and a day she woke from her deep slumber and it told them their story.
Long ago a mortal girl covered head to toe in burns, fell into a deep pit, trying to escape the fires of the burning forest and the evil pursuing her who had started the fire. At the bottom of the deep pit, was a cool pool of water, fed by a spring. In the caves that lead to this deep pit lived a fairy. The girl had survived the fall, but was still dying. Wanting to save or at least comfort the dying human, the fairy touched her soul. The moment their souls touched, the girl grabbed the fairy with her hands and gulped it down. The girl then died with the fairy in her stomach. Trapped within the corpse, the fairy sought to get out, there it met the soul of the girl. She was on fire and screaming. She too was trapped in her body and condemned to feel the fires that burned her and it was the fairy who had inadvertently trapped her, preventing her from passing on. The fairy in itâs despair tore out itâs wings and within a day, died from the mortal wound. The spirit of the fae shattered, embedding itself in the corpses flesh and the girlâs soul. The body reanimated and the heat of the flames returned to the burned flesh anew. There the destroyed fairy and the soul of the girl, spent centuries, enduring the pain. Over time, their souls melted together and they became one being and a new fairy was born.
The fairy thanked the travelers for saving her. The fairy woman now called herself the Leanan-SĂdhe. She was a very beautiful fairy. While her body had been healed and the heart was beating, just like the living, she hadnât been truly resurrected. The company clothed the fae. The warrior taught her how to hunt and survive the wild. The wizard took care of her education. Moinen taught her to play the banjo and appreciate all beautiful things. Distazoel however, grew jealous of the Leanan-SĂdhe and refrained from helping the fairy woman, besides, hadnât she help heal her, that was more than enough generosity, she believed.
The Leanan-SĂdhe returned the dislike, having sensed the angelâs animosity. Distazoel and Leanan-SĂdhe would quarrel and fight nearly every day. One day, when hunting a boar, the angel was mortally wounded by a bores tusk. The Leanan-SĂdhe found her. Distazoel begged the Fairy to sing the fifth song. The fae sang; and sang and played the song more beautifully than Distazoel ever could and Distazoel could make even those with the blackest heart weep with her voice. The song healed the angel and also healed the Leanan-SĂdhe's soul further. Since that day, they were like sisters, as if joined by the hip, they would do everything together. They had become the greatest friends.
One day, the queen of the Unseeli came to visit. She claimed the Leanan-SĂdhe as her subject, for she was due to circumstances of her birth a dark fairy, or so the queen of the dark fairy court, argued. The Leanan-SĂdhe had to join one of her courts. The court of winter. The Court of Autumn. And the court of Night. Moinen suggested to the fairy that she should choose the court of Autumn or Winter, since those two courts were the friendliest and least hostile to people. The court of the night, however, were filled with the darkest fae and some of the most wicked fairies.
Then the queen of the Seeli arrived. She claimed the fairy to be hers. Saying that the original fairy who had died, was from the spring courts. The Leanan-SĂdhe had to either join the court of spring, summer or light. Both queens quarreled over their rights to the fairy. Then the king of the wild horde arrived. He said naught for a while. But when attention turned to him, he began to speak. He offered a compromise. He offered that he take her into his kingdom. The wild fairy hordes were allied to both the Seeli and Unseeli. This would keep the balance of power. The fairy queens all agreed to this proposal.
The Leanan-SĂdhe was now a wild fae, and as a wild fae, was free to roam wherever she pleased, except for villages, towns or cities, which were forbidden to her. As a wild fae, the territories of people, such as villages and cities, was off limits.
The Leanan-SĂdhe and Distazoel would stay united, the friends would not be parted, at least for the time being and so they spent a good century together, roaming the wilds.
One day, during their travels, they came across a group of cursed people. They lived like dark fairies. Living in the shadows and filled with the desire to prey on the race of man for their blood. This group of cursed people unlike, others of their kind, refused to hurt the innocent and lived on small warm blooded creatures. But sometimes the humans in cities outside the forest would send in their condemned to be fed upon. When a condemned arrived, they would judge them by tasting their blood for guilt. And if they tasted their guilt, they would devour them. If they were innocent, they would make them one of their own, cursing them, like they themselves had been cursed. The humans living near them grew arrogant. They used the cursed people to punish those who refused to be controlled. The Leanan-SĂdhe was stirred by their plight, but Distazoel was revolted by the creatures. For the first time, in a long time, they fought. Leanan-SĂdhe wanted to help them, but the angel wanted them destroyed, for how could one tolerate such darkness. They parted their way in anger. Distazoel returned to Moinen and the rest of the party. It would be a long time before they would be reunited. It would take Distazoel time to reconsider her choice and to regret abandoning her friend. So when she did, she went in search for her.
As fate would have it, they met again. The Leanan-SĂdhe had left the wild horde and joined one of the Unseeli courts. She had joined the Unseeli court of night, as it was the only one that would take her. She then petitioned for a meeting of all fae courts, to decide the fate of the cursed people, as it was the fae that had cursed them. Her petition was granted and the fae courts of both queens congregated and discussed the cursed peopleâs fate. Even the king of the wild hordes joined. The Seeli courts refused to help and the Wild Horde left, since it could not go against either court. This left the Unseeli. The Dark Fairy Queen knighted Leanan-SĂdhe as her personal royal knight and gave her the powers of a great warrior, then she gave her the title of duchess in her court and imbued her with the terrible power of a fairy duchess. After receiving council from the dark fairy queen, the Leanan-SĂdhe made her decision on how to help the cursed people.
The Leanan-SĂdhe asked Distazoel for help. Though reluctant to meddle with dark fairy business, she agreed. Her heart had softened to the plight of the vampires and guilt drove her to help the friend she had abandoned. So they both started singing. Immediately the cursed people started burning. They screamed in pain, begging them to stop as the pain was unbearable.
The Chief of the vampires dismissed his people, save for his family. âAs a duty to my people, and their well-being, I must be the one to take the responsibility. For I am the one who brought upon the curse on my people. I am the reason, vampires roam these lands. I am their King and sire.â The King of the Vampires turned to look at his family. âThis is my family, they refuse to leave my side. It saddens me that they too have to pay the price for my sins. But I must save my people, nothing is more important.â
Leanan-SĂdhe and Distazoel started to play and sing again. Power flowed into the cursed King. The king burst into flame and his ashes were scattered across the field. The two kept on singing and cotton flowers grew from the ashes. Dark fae in the form of spiders picked the cotton and spun it into thread. They slew the kingâs sons and turned their bones into spinning wheels and looms and spun the string from the cotton and made them into bolts of cloth. The Leanan-SĂdhe and Distazoel kept on singing. The spiders then turned on his daughters, in fear, they threw their jewelry at the spiders who took them in exchange for sparing them. With the cloth, jewels, skin and bone, they fashioned a cape and hood. The spiders dyed the garment in the blood of the sacrifices. The Leanan-SĂdhe and Distazoel kept on singing and their song awakened life in the bloody cape and hood. The cape and hood turned into a huge hulking monster and devoured all the remaining vampires but for one of the daughters. Then it went off to the nearest human settlement. It arrived at a city, filled with evil humans. The monster slew all the men in the city, including the evil king and his evil nobles and drank all their blood. The Cape and Hood returned. The spiders presented the cape and hood to the Leanan-SĂdhe. Distazoel, shook her head, telling her not to take it. The Leanan-SĂdhe also shook her head, but not at the spiders, but at her old friend. She stopped playing her banjo and laid it down on the ground and stopped singing. She took the Cape and Hood and wrung it out over a large cauldron, the size of a small cabin. The blood filled the entire vessel. The blood boiled and through dark fairy magic, it was boiled down into molten viscous fluid. The spiders tipped the contents into a bloomery furnace. They then smelt a bloom of dark fairy metal. Distazoel kept on singing and playing, her heart stricken with grief at what she was seeing. The Leanan-SĂdhe summoned more spiders. They carried the bloom off to the dwarves. There the spiders offered half of the bloom in price for turning it into a pure ingot. The Dwarves smelted it in a crucible creating two bars of pure fairy metal, giving one back to the spiders and keeping the other as the promised payment. The Spiders then took the ingot of fairy metal, to the elven smiths. For half of the ingot of fairy metal, as payment, they asked them to fashion an enchanted hatchet head. Once the hatchet head was finished, they returned to Leanan-SĂdhe. She went to the last remaining daughter and asked her for her femur. The Daughter declined the request but offered her spine instead. The Leanan-SĂdhe declined the offer. The Daughter then offered her rib. The Leanan-SĂdhe declined that offer too. The daughter then offer her arm and all the bones inside it. The Leanan-SĂdhe accepted, and buried the limb, and a tree of bone grew from the earth. She fashioned a handle from the bonewood tree for her hatchet. She named the now finished hatchet Twane. Then she fashioned a wand and crown from another branch of that tree and crowned the vampire woman.
The Dark fairy declared the last remaining daughter the queen of vampires, who would rule them in the Leanan-SĂdhe place. The dark fairy woman then mixed blood into clay and fashioned a manikin out of it. She commanded it to stand up, but nothing happened. Just then, she noticed, that Distazoel had stopped playing a while ago. The angel had fled and left her behind, but the Leanan-SĂdhe had been to busy to notice. She could no longer relay on the song of healing to help finish the magic. She mixed her tears into the clay and using more of her own magic made it come to life and the thing became a vampire man. She named him the duke of vampires. He was to be the vampire queenâs consort. The Leanan-SĂdhe then took the hatchet and struck the queen and the duke. The ax cut the curse in half. One half of the curse fell away and shattered, but before it was completely destroyed, a small sliver of it attached itself to the Leanan-SĂdhe.
The grieving Leanan-SĂdhe left the vampires to their own. She had done all she could. The curse was half broken. They had a sovereign in her place to rule them. They no longer had to fear the sun or fire, or feel the terrible thirst for blood. However half of the curse remained; iron and silver could still hurt them badly, even if it could no longer kill them outright, and they were still doomed with the dependency for blood, even though they no longer felt the thirst. The Leanan-SĂdhe went to wonder on her own. The curse she had received, when she cut the vampire curse in two and destroyed one half, made her seek love, but to doom those she loved to misfortune. So she became known as an omen and muse alike.
Distazoel returned to Moinen and confessed all she had done. Expecting her master to expel her as his student, she bowed her head in repentance. Moinen had known everything from the start and instead of expelling her as his student he accepted her back. All members of the party, grieved the fate of the Leanan-SĂdhe, now known as the Red Hood. The party continued journeying together, going around aiding people in need of their help. Every night Distazoel wept, still mourning her lost friend.
Resting one day under a lone tree in a great meadow, she created a new song, it was to be the sixth song. The song of grief. She sang the song and her sorrowful voice could be heard throughout the dark forest. Far far away, the Red Hood heard the song, and her voice joined Distazoelâs. The song lasted a day. And when they were done, they sang again. They sang almost a week and on the sixth day, the Leanan-SĂdhe bade farewell. âMy dearest friend, I will love thee always. I shall cherish my friendship with the strange girl whoâs feet never touched the ground. And whoâs dark hair, shone with gold.â
The angel looked down at her feet. She saw that she was hovering one foot over the ground. She was not of the fallen. She returned the farewell with her own. âMay your path lead you back to the lighter places. Remember this, there are many paths to follow. Mine lead me here. And I feel gratitude that I am where I am now. I am grateful for all those I met and those that aided me on my way. Now I see who I am. I am Distazoel, the angel of cynicism and doubt.â
She soured into the sky with her powerful wings and flew towards heaven. Half way there, she stopped and looked back. She heard the song that Moinen had played when they first met. She returned to Moinen and to the wizard and the warrior.
Moinen declared her no longer a pupil, but a master. Moinen gave her one last task, to prove her mastery; to create a seventh song within a year and a day. With this song, the gates of heavens would open to her when she returned. A year and a day passed, and Distazoel sang the seventh song. It was the song of the unknown. In that song, she declared all that she didnât know, her doubts no longer hidden to her. She rose to the heavens and at the gate was Moinen to welcome her. She went through the gates leaving Moinen at the gates.
She would often return to earth and for a long time she couldnât find her teacher, no matter how much she searched, but Moinen had promised her, that they would meet again, but until that time came he would always guide her, even if she didnât see him. Both had parted with joy in their hearts.
Thus Distazoel became the angel who would traverse the earths below the heavens and meddle with human affairs and never fall.â
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Hi, I wrote this while stoned, sorry for the weird gramatical quirks, I tried my best to edit it.
-AB Barker
