Katariah’ Song.
In the ancient land of Eldoryn, where myths breathe through the deep woodlands. The fabric of destiny begins to weave a story bold but still untold. It lies unnoticed around every waking soul, a melody of people and their acts of heroism to be told. As old as time echoes once more through the whispering winds of fate it begins to be told.
It was in a forgotten thicket bordering the untamed Wildwoods and the great realms of men, that our story finds its heartbeat begin. Among the messengers of fate emerged young Katariah—a maiden marked by stars and shrouded in enigma; her birth marked by the heaven above. She fights her way against a force, whose hunted her since she was quite young.
Her family had a secret history that flowed within their blood. Their stories were lost to the mist of time and forgotten by those who no longer heard. There lived a race whose sole purpose was dominance of all. They feared the ancient whispers written down in halls of old, where the priest of dark forces shuttered at the fate it drew.
Her sword sang out the ancient warrior song; show bravery, loyalty, honor, and hold strong. Let your swing be determined and measured, let the edge of your blades sing the truth of the day. Only give way when the forces arrayed come at you in a swarm of wild embrace. Hold steadfast oh warrior of the blood, within your destiny shines forth a song of love for all that is true to this world and its sweet refrain will win you through the worst flood.
The dance continued along the cliff’s edge, her blade and shield a dance of special steel, it held against so many as they fell upon her trying to break her heart. She kept them at bay as she maneuvered them one-by-one to their ends.
However, as often the sweet melody of life turns, and a dark chord arises on the winds of fate’s churn. A dark song arose from the earth around her space, sang by the evil priest from this ancient land of death. It gave strength to their warriors and a wild swing won through her shield and bit her armor then sealed her fate.
She felt it slide past her shield that always held strong, it slid unnaturally towards a weaken spot to bite through and make its mark. Her world began to spin as its edge was poisoned with dark arts. She desperately needed a way to escape this clash of flesh and steel, to rise from the ashes to fight the warrior's song again.
She led them towards the edge then with a single dance of grace, she moved in a direction that would give her the chance to maybe live another day, to continue her quest. The warriors arrayed against her misread her movement as a chance to end this dance.
They leapt at her as one and found out too late, it was a faint and they all lost their footing and soon found the ground they stood on before, was now open air where they fell and tumbled against the stone and forest floor.
She took advantage of her planned opportunity and jumped towards the tree and the thick thicket below to soften its blow, when her body came at last to a stop far below, she was cradled by the tree branches and thicken that grew from the earth below.
She felt her lifeblood seeping into the nurturing soil as the mother divine of nature hummed a soothing lullaby. Injured and lost, she existed on the very brink of the mortal coil, caught in the tender clutch between life and the eternal forest beyond life’s call.
Destined was this day, for it forged paths not just for a forsaken child but for all the varied kin of Eldoryn. By the moon’s luck or the old magic that breathed through the leafy canopies, it was Kristyna who, with her keen eyes and a heart as vast as the heavens, found Katariah beneath the boughs of an ancient oak. Kristyna, a huntress whose arrows flew true to the whispered guidance of the winds—a healer whose touch could coax life back into the most wilted of blooms.
As she knelt beside the fallen girl, weaving her knowledge into balms and chants, Kristyna felt the weight of something profound and gently terrifying—a destiny not her own, but entwined inevitably with the delicate being before her. The air hummed with silent songs of yore, melodies that danced upon the edges of memory and foresight, telling tales of trials, turmoil and the triumphs that must surely follow.
For in Katariah pulsed the latent power to alter the course of history, to bridge the gaps between the scattered races; be they man, elf, dwarf, or the hidden folk. Her spirit a lock to which only unity could turn the key, casting open gates long closed by ancient grievances and wary mistrust and misdeeds.
So consummated was their encounter by the threads of the unseen loom—threads that would tug at the fabric of their beings, guiding them through the tapestries of time. Kristyna, with a resolve set upon her brow, took Katariah under her wing, embarking on a journey that would lead not only to the healing of one, but potentially, to the salvation of all.
Thus began the tale of Katariah the found, and Kristyna the finder—two souls that were bound by the serendipity of fate, against the sprawling canvas of Eldoryn; a realm that awaited, perhaps anxiously, perhaps eagerly, the unraveling of their joined destinies. And above them, the stars—ever watchful, ever whispering—continued to chart the course of a tale that was to be sung for ages to come.
