The darkest burning star

The heavens stood silent, yet still I gave.

For beauty asks no witness to exist, and longing itself is a form of love.

“Remember, Night-Lord: the wood that cradled your first breath is the same wood waiting to coffin your last. The eclipse the turning door—will dawn pass through as the gate you open, or seal behind you as the grave you close?”

Rhaenor is a pivotal character in my world-building project and one of the protagonists of “Manadh,” a self-contained story nested within the overarching epic 4souls that I run as a role-playing campaign for my friends. He is a Vitnir (the singular form of Vitnar, the werewolves of this setting) whose name means 'Lord of the Night'. Alongside his littermates, Aythro and Rhyskar, Rhaenor is bound to a prophecy first spoken when the three pups were discovered by the Valrlkar pack.

The old prophecy, in trembling breath, foretold A savage wolf whose jaws devour the light. We sneered at runes, dismissing warnings cold; Now shadows spread to blanket all in night.

Dark voices gather, like a prayer to absent gods, In dread, we witness the slow dying of the light. No mortal blade can break these ancient cosmic odds; As Sköll prowls, devouring day to darkest night.

Yet precious hours should not be drenched in fear; Embrace each breath before the final flame. Too soon the sun is lost—the end is near— And none may claim they never heard its name.

When every step Takes you a thousand miles away Everything you've ever had And leave behind You'll find the edge Beyond the break of day The one's you love The pillows in your bed