On wings of bone,
over grassy plains,
lies a tale of sorrow,
a tale of strains.
For Dulin was the poor fools name,
and wherever he lurked,
followed a line of shame.

His Atavian Mother Nishra,
devout to Lord of the Skies,
knew Dulin would bring trouble
solely by his infant cries.
She sent her son daily,
to toil on their farm,
he inherited her spirit
yet had none of her charm.

Dulin was a fool,
but he also was a big dreamer,
and who better to cross his path,
than a Serpentine Schemer.
"I have lost my way," he said
"Which way to Hashan?"
But before Dulin could answer,
the stranger was gone.

Dulin reached into his pocket,
he looked in the air,
he searched for his gold,
but nothing was there.
His knew that his mother
would chide him for days,
but when he returned home,
his house was ablaze.

Nishra crawled out,
the flames had her covered,
and she uttered one thing to her son,
before she was smothered.
"I have born the ass of a mare,
your knack for trouble is beyond compare."

Devestated but Undaunted,
he tried to remain strong,
But Dulin began to doubt,
that his mother was wrong.
He took to a nearby cabin
to start anew
That's when he met the fair maiden,
the Atavian Akneu.

"She's the most beautiful thing,"
Dulin said quite amazed
"The best sight I think,
that my eyes ever gazed."
Despite his bad fortune,
despite his bad life,
he stepped forward and met her,
and soon found himself a wife.

Akneu bore him a son Roskne,
and they lived on a farm,
his life seemed so perfect,
there was no need for alarm.
Until one day as he toiled,
the same serpent returned
"How do you get to Hashan,
I still have not learned!"

"Who are you stranger,
that's twice we have met,
the first my mom burned,
Oh that I can't forget.
She denounced my existence,
said I was naught but a curse,
and now that I made it all better,
you show up to make worse!"

The serpent laughed insanely,
it was painful to hear,
and the now hardy Dulin
recoiled in fear.
"My name is Krsvaka,
I once lived in Hashan,
but a crime by my family,
caused me to begone.
My family did naught,
yet to us they did spurn,
and so the race of the criminals,
Whenever I see them I burn."

"You cannot blame all,
for the actions of one."
"It's too late, Atavian,
your good time is done.
I have slaughtered your babe,
I have defiled your wife,
and now my old friend,
You shall pay with your life."

Krsvaka pulled out a dirk,
and raised it to Dulin's throat
but was caught off guard by a charge
from the family's goat.
Krsvaka brought the dirk on the beast,
but Dulin seized his chance,
he stepped back into position,
and entered KAITRANCE.

On the farm where Dulin would always toil,
He released his old foe from this mortal coil.
He ran home in a panic,
his mind in a storm,
but he found it too late,
their bodies were warm.

In madness he shredded
each feather alone
until Dulin's white wings
were nothing but bone.
He screamed to the heavens,
he got down on one knee
"LORD VASTAR, YOU DID THIS,
MUST YOU KEEP TORMENTING ME!"

Unexpected to Dulin,
a divine voice then cried
"It is not the fault of I,
that your family died.
Everything has a beginning,
and every tale has an end,
whether in tragedy or glory,
there will be wounds to tend.
You were born by my hands,
yet you were born in shame,
Dulin, son of Nishra,
it's time you strengthen your name."

And so he did.

He traveled to Hashan,
to clear his old foe's name,
he brought orphans to Ashtani,
and with each played a game.
He befriended the mayor of Thera,
brought great joy to Cyrene,
shook hands with Guards of Shallam,
found a lost atavian boy to preen.

An old man was he,
but he found his place,
and when his time was up,
he had a smile upon his face.

For the legend states
even those who are destined to fall,
even those who are destined for shame,
those people can take their steps forward,
and bring honor to their own name.

So whenever you doubt your own self,
and whenever you think you are sin,
think of the one who rose from the ashes,
and know you always have time to begin.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Lupar, in the year 572 AF.