He fled his
father’s home
for the
adventures of self-discovery
under the
banner of a new king
who sought
an elven realm afar.
Yet feeling
betrayed to anger his
elder
brother Calan pursued
the younger
Fayendar with might of arms
of his own,
to came against in strife
those
rebellious freedom seekers heading east.
A great
departure of their own
ancient
forefathers had seen many
sail beyond
the rim of the world
from the
eternal lands of their
precious
living-fair undead.
Those who remained
behind did
fashion a
new society of dreamers,
teachers and
leaders of lesser men,
those weaker
sons of Adam
who survived
the gore of war.
From that
lot of the frail
disenchanted
ones of great loss
Fayendar,
like Nadan before him,
sought only
truth and a higher calling
more than
rote ritual of vain ways.
Taking sides
with his bitter dying father
Calan
scorned Fayendar for leaving
under the
banner of one called
king, by his
own force of will was
uncrowned by
Mithar’s Nephilim sons.
Yet
Varlenfay proved his wrath against
the trolls
and boars that fell
upon Lindol
and its desolation
by which he
gained his fame of might.
For from the
Iron Hills north they came
with
vengeance unknown with brutal
force upon
their wild boar steads
the stench
of trolls made their havoc.
Nine hundred
fell that day yet by
Valenfay’s
swift blade nine hundred
were saved
and called him king
of valor as
the Mithar aided not their case.
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