KYON "Begins His Work"

 

AFTER the death of his father Nadan, Kyon stayed a year and a day with Nadan’s manservant as his guardian. In all that time Kyon spoke not a word. Even when pressed to do so the young man would stare in the speaker’s face till they would let him be. The day after his father had been dead for a complete year, Kyon spoke, saying, “I must be about my father’s business.”

   At this a stunned Janus asked, “Pray tell, and what work is that young master?”

   His quick reply was, “To prepare others to preform works worthy of being remembered. For too many live wasted lives and sorted pleasures without care. Illuva desired his children to be more than they have been.”

   “Illuva?The One and Always?”

   “There is no one Higher than His calling in our lives.” Kyon spoke plainly of God.

Janus look astonished at the eleven year old boy’s depth of understanding that was beyond mere rote-memorization.

   The following mid-day Kyon spoke to Janus as an adult, “Gratitude beyond words dear Janus for your loyalty to my father in caring for me. Today I release you of that oath and restore your freedom to you.” Picking up a walking stick he added, “It begins.”  With that, Kyon the only son of Nadan lived on his own. Janus remained in the home of Nadan as Kyon gave it to him. The former servant told him it was forever his and that Kyon was always welcomed without so much as even a knock. Yet, Kyon declined the offer and never again set foot in the house.

   Kyon Omdan went to the Great Hall of Mithar and stood at the foot of its many steps. Silently he stood there without movement. People came and went about him with greetings and questions. He ignored them all and stood unmoved before its guards who watched him as well.

   At daybreak the snake locking gears of the great doors of the Hall opened. The High Priest Malladek began his chanting prayer stopping everyone who heard his call. The people turned and face the bay waters of Luhun in silent respect. Suddenly a voice called over the words of the priest.

   “Again you recite empty, meaningless verbiage from memory.” It was Kyon, the only son of the prophet Nadan whose words caught everyone’s attention. Malladek fell silent, even as the crowds turned in bewilderment to hear who dared to speak such things. Continuing, the boy spoke louder, “You lead these people daily like the blind before a dangerous cliff. Aimlessly they follow your every direction without a thought; minding only that you pretends lordship over them. You in truth are the Arrogant Ones and not those who faithfully left for a blessed hope, promised them ages before!

   “Arise from you slumbering ways you hard hearted leaders of a hard headed people and come to the truth my father gave you. Awake from your dull complacency oh Children of Nasil. No longer be beguiled by Mithar’s towered shadow!”

   “SILCENCE!” The High Priest Malladek commanded. “Your very father was once a priest after our order, and now you dare to speak slander against his name as well?”

   “Nadan Omdir followed Illuva, his service within that shadow,” he said this pointing to Varlendur itself, “never faltered from The Holy One! His was ever for a higher calling, and every point he contended with you and even Vethdema himself.”

   By now the astonished people began to gather about the steps of the Great Hall pondering the boy’s accusations. Seeing their questioning faces, the High Priest called for the guards to arrest Kyon, “Sentries do your duty and take him before the King!”

Yet, even as the two guards left their post before the door’s mighty columns, Kyon shouted with a raised hand, “Stay yourselves!” At Kyon’s command they stood where they were, locked in their steps unmoving.

   Malladek shouted, trying to incite the crowds in his favor, “See now how the boy uses Magick to stay these guards? Heed not his foolishness for there still reigns a mighty King over Mithar.”

   Without fear Kyon countered with, “So says the cleric of falsehood. Who woke you up to instruct with ever changing lies? How long oh people of the Bay of Luhun shall you allow yourselves to become weak servants to men instead of God in heaven alone?”

   The men standing nearby feared the priest and king for God was but in truth just an unseen terror used by those they could see. Therefore their bewilderment was easily turned to outrage as they rushed to seize the boy themselves. However, moments later their tangled arms came up empty for Kyon had eluded them all. Just as the guards came back to their senses they questioned the chaos before them.

   So this is how Kyon, the only son of Nadan began his adulthood and soon began to be called a prophet like his father.

The Elodreen

The Elodreen

 
   “Greetings!” Came a woman’s voice from behind them.
   The two friends turned about startled.  Before them stood a deer; yet, its neck and head were replaced with the upper half of a naked female-elf.  Her long hair covered both of her petite breast.
   “To you as well.” Said the male stranger, who added, “I am Fayendar’Kyon, and this is my companion, Saleeth.” He was amazed by the sight of the creature before him.
   “I am Lyreah, an elodreen from the yellow woods of --” Her words were interrupted.
   “Kinderval!” Exclaimed Saleeth.  She added, “I have met some of your kind before.” Sounding insightful.
   “Elodreen!?” Breathed Fayendar with wide eyes. “I had always heard and been taught they were fictitious -- I mean no offence, but horrid creatures from children’s bedtime stories.”
   “You have lived a sheltered life indeed, Fayendar’Kyon.” The elven-deer smiled angelically back at him as if at a child, “For we are neither horrid nor fictitious.”  Then adding in a lower tone and cutting eyes to Saleeth, “Yet, I assure you our spell-charms are quiet real.”

   “You are a good distance from your own woods --” This time Saleeth’s defensive words fell short.
   “Just as you are from the Grey Havens, Saleeth of no House name.” The Elodreen’s manner was poignant.
   Saleeth caught the intent and asked, “Are we familiar?  Do you know me, eldren?”
   “What brings The Fallen to our woods?” Dismissing her Lyreah looked to Fayendar.
   Breathing courage he answered, “We fled the Western Sea Port and sought an alliance with those of the northern hills…”
   Her expression raised, “Dwarves?  How fascinating indeed!”
   The wonderer continued his brief-story, “After a season of years a force from Mithar lay siege upon Mount Ipstha as few escaped.”
   Reading between the lines as if she herself new more detail than were being given, Lyreah asked, “I see, and you must be ‘a remnant’ of that few.” Sharpening her words again up Saleeth, “The others, where are they?”

  “A half mile back, we were hunting when --.” She answered, trying to avoid the intense stare.
   Politely demanding the greater truth, “You were talking, not hunting, and in your discussion you came upon something?”
   Fayendar injected, feeling subdued, “Yes.  Yes, we -- saw an island just off the southern cliffs of this mainland’s coast.”
   Cocking her head slightly to the side with a wicked grin cautioned him with, “Wary now, what else did you spy?”
   Saleeth’s words came out on their own, “A light.  There was a tree that gave off its own light.  Did you not see it Fayendar?”
  Yet being totally honest Fayendar admitted, “No.  No, I did not, but we --”
He walked a little behind her and had not seen what she had.
   Nevertheless, Lyreah injected upon them, “You must return to your people and turn their hearts to this island, for it shall prove to be that which you have so long sought after.”

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The Salun Parchments

“Like the terrified inhale of a sharp gasp,
I saw her life being extinguished and fade
as in the exhaustion of sorrow.

In the inhale of that crumbling moment
my life’s meaning faded away
as sorrow filled my heart with loneliness.

Cradled in my arms, she died so pale
a lifeless shell, void of expression;
yet forever, my only, one true love…”

The Salun Parchments
 Scrolls I:1-9

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   The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men that were of old, the men of renown. 

Genesis VI: 1-7

THE HOLY BIBLE

The Revised Standard Version

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The sons of god from
righteous lands they came
to take for themselves
the daughters of men
with wicked hearts proclaimed
as teachers of the truth
they were lords of lies
fallen-ones who ruled no more 
the day the rains came.

Uruk Tablet  No. 3-3
Transliterated by Martha Paske-Townsend
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In the garden of Eriduah
the pleasure grove of Eul
there dwelt many wonders
the greatest of these
were the Two Trees
of such bitter-sweet fruit.
Called “Life” and “Wisdom;”
Life was eternal, and
Wisdom without end.

The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:1-9
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The Guardian resonated,
“In it harm none,
Do what you will.
So mote it be;
Remember and be renewed.”

The Salun Parchments
“The Two Trees” I:94-98
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Then without warning they betrayed us as 

   our clothes they had torn off in shame,

      and took our bodies in lust, but

   our men they burned like our homes.

This they said was done because fear

   was not given them as a sign of respect;

      they rose up against our Chieftain who

   was then torn asunder and left for the birds.

Each new moon they were an affliction,

   a curse upon our people and the land

      because they had rejected peace of truth; for 

   a taste of lust, by the hand of power instead. 

The Salun Parchments

“The Heirloom” II:45-56

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Six days after I entered into the pangs of womanhood

   my mother came unto me with the bold

      words of her mother’s lore; of

   my mother’s shadowed traditions she gave.

On that star filled night Milcah did cast a circle,

   by the names of the four winds that flew,

      but on that night they fell silent

   by coming of that dark hour’s dew.

Beside the banks of the Quicken River

   there was kindled upon a great stone table

      a fire to burn away the fear of the night;

   there gathered the women of our clan sky-clad.

The Salun Parchments

“The Mother’s Rites” III: 5-16

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That Fair One departed from my mother,

   until the winter had passed;

      We did not see that pale stranger

   until he appeared many Springs later.

The Salun Parchments

“The Withdrawal” IV: 1-4

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The stranger was no where to be found as

   the ground showed no footprints of his hard shoes

      I ran to my home and told my father-in-law of

   the vision and his warnings of gloom.

No one believed me for I was but a child to them

   only Gilga-noak, my husband’s father listened

      the gods command of him to build a ship; for

   only he and our family heeded the vision’s woe.

Others had been warned, but only laughed

   scoffing at my husband’s father

      “Rain from a clear sky was mad!”

   scoffing at the gods had its own reward.

The Salun Parchments

“The Last Keeper” V: 33-44

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Ere the thunder clouds shouted no more

   the world I once knew had faded and

      from memory only memory remained of 

   the Nephilim and their Fallen Mark of distrust.

About me the very land had been changed,

   renewed by an act of shame and regret

      to be replenished with a mere handful;

   renewed by the hand of a divine command.

The Salun Parchments

“The Last Keeper” V: 49-56

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Never shall I forget those drowning screams

    that fell silent beneath the waves

      when the rains finally came upon us all;

   that day when outside they perished.

For in the end when the waters dried away

   their bodies lay bloated upon the seas and land

      before the feasting birds where judgment fell;

   their names all but forgotten by Heaven’s hand.

The Salun Parchments

“The Last Keeper” V: 69-76

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THE WATCHER'S SCROLL

{ The Original Version }


     “Beneath that evening star dome, lead
       Lord Elrond with his people shed
       the woes of a war torn land
      healed by a fulfilled king’s hand.

5     Aboard their swan-carved ships
       with praises high on ruby lips;
       one - with Halflings dressed in vests
       rewarded for a legendary quest.

       Yet some later said by folly of pride
10   those brothers fought and lied
       their bonds they broke and took
       all loyalties of oaths forsook.

       Shelda`Mar pleaded for we few to come
       aboard Valithnor’s ship, Cirdan’s drum;
15   unto those undying lands of hope and grace,
       yet outraged, Vendu`Mar abandon his place.

       On faded docks did Vendu`Mar argue
       against his brother’s command he drew
       harsh words like a bitter sword that bites,
 20  though Shelda`Mar in sorrow took flight

       The wizard Gan`Mereith admonished us
       to be wary against our growing lust;
       Sal`Gilvan and Veth`Dema barked back
       with their own words of black.

25   We stayed like an anointed remnant,
       who saw it our goal to rule as imminent,
       teaching a new lore to lesser men
       with a diverse tongue, Sinenya I penned.

[click to enlarge original Elven Script]

{My Fonts}

      Like unto Sindar was Sinenya made
30   with new characters and words I laid;
       letters designed for new purposes crafted
      for initiated secretes were they drafted.

      For the greed of some soon railed apparent
      as our original cravings became too variant;
35  instead of being counselors to students in need
      many wayward misguidings did breed.

      Celegreth of the elven Crystal Caves,
      and Kwandol the dwarven mason, made;
      a Great Hall like greeting hands
40  domed six hundred years, still stands.

      Close to the bay a watchtower stood
      with a bell’s tolling alarm it would;
      chime forth the hours of the Great Hall
      for secret Brothers to heed its call.

45   In that kingdom’s darkened hall we met
       among fireside rituals fussed and fret;
       knowing inwardly we hoped against hope,
       preaching failed expectations, we groped.

       High in that Watchtower’s nest
50   its bell replaced we thought best;
       with a pyre set eternally aflame,
       for others to return without shame.

       On the day the oil-soaked wood was lit,
       by Fay`Symodare’s death all were hit;
55   the shadow that fulfilled Mereith’s woe,
      the bane of mortal man became our snow.

       From his ashes we gathered a portion
       entombed in an urn with grave distinction;
       the rest we scattered upon the sea
60   and swore our own would mix free.

Crafting an Original.

I'm still writing on my novel, pecking away. I am also working on a craft item: A Scroll Box; right now just the box for the scroll. Thinking that if I can manifest this literary concept as a three dimensional object maybe I should be able to better understand my novel's character who created the Original one.

THE SWAN

   In my novel: THE WATCHER'S REQUIEM, the elves left Middle-Earth at the end of Lord of the Rings; however, (in my tale) some of the elves stayed behind.  Writing that continued history, their descendants then built upon it a tradition which developed into a tyrannically cultic religious society.  The main character of my story leaves this controlling belief system and therein lies the conflict.