Sientite: Prologue

Walking to the king with a new shiny thing, the miner’s life end was about to commence. A man in the shadow, lust he had swallowed. He couldn’t remove the sparkling jewel, not from his eye. “It must be mine.” This was his thought before the ruin he brought. Swift choke of the hand, the miner couldn’t stand. He collapsed to the ground with hardly a sound. The robber picked up the tool to carry the jewel. Yet, his name unheard. His life shall also end.

Both were walking to make it the king. Both were trying to become renown. Why should the robber not die on his own? Passing the guards he removed his, and one of the guards was not so bliss. A flick of the sword, just cross the neck, and down went the robber, down to his death. “A robber this one,” the guard had said. He picked up the stone, and off to Hell’s bed.

Up, up the stairs with hardly a care. Up, up his arrogance of the power of a baroness. The royal young lady had saw the whole thing, she took her knife… the story repeating. Picked up the stone with words of silver, “This item here, is a royal treasure.” With a coy air, she spoke to her lord. The king took it himself, “unseen before.” These were his words which spread through the world.

He voiced for a scholar who soon came in, asked him to discover, “What is our win?”

The scholar said, “Time, that’s what I need. Just give me this, and I’ll do as you heed.” The king made a new law which had banned all from seeing this man lest death would befall. Hard, hard work. Hard, hard work. Studies and writings entered a book.

The rock was dazzling, but why?

The jewel changed colors, but how?

Hard, hard work. Hard, hard work. Studies and writings entered his book.

With passion came fire, and compassion to water. The rock changed its form, to each emotion color. With love grew red, with anger was orange. Concerned family questioned well being, concerned family dared be disobeying. The scholar’s loved wife came to his door, and knocked as she would always before. Just a small peek, just a small check to see if her husband would soon come back. He warned her to leave, and she did not stay. The king was displeased. Her head went away. The scholar didn’t hear, he did not know. On went his work, but soon time would tell.

Everything ready, all in motion. The scholar opened a door to quite the commotion.

Friends waited that day, waited to tell what’d happened to her, how her head fell. “Your wife is no longer. The king had her killed. She’d visited you here, so her blood had been spilled.” Vision became a blur, rage had occurred. His sword drew unsheathed, laced with new teeth. The weapon a fusion orange with passion. Blood was needed. Desire was headed. The scholar was ill, not physical, but mentally still.

He could not escape his rage. His mind couldn’t turn the page. His wife was gone, and so his mind. He wanted to leave. Escape he’ll find. Who stood in his way immediately cut down. Unable to be stopped, he would escape town. The blade cut through steel, could not be opposed. His blade became red with love for his rose. With corpse upon corpse he covered the roads. They who saw glared like time had been froze’. There his escape, the mighty, tall gate, but standing in front, the king.

‘Twas not a fierce battle, their swords did not rattle. One went through the other like a knife to some butter. On went the scholar in love and in furry, and all to the king the people had scurried.

“Appoint us an heir. Do not die in vain!”

“My son, please come here. Hide it away. Hide what we found, do not bring its reaping. Lest the world be in sorrow, calamity, and weeping.”

Structures were built, and the best of men to guard. Yet questions arose why the area’d been cut off. A kingdom known for crops came to discover why all the secrets. What has been covered. Refusal to trade became their proposal. The kingdoms agreed, “but do not be informal,” said the kingdom of origin.

Three kingdoms are these, the greats in the land, Atruk, Hemsworth, and Xanix all stand. Artuk our home, and Hemsworth their dealer. Xanix with stealth acquired it later. They scouted the area, studied the walls, questioned how to get in, and the cost if men fall. After careful contemplation, they came to a solution. Performed without a hitch. No witness. No snitch. With lust came a thief. With lust, stole a woman. With lust hid her away, A wife had been stolen.

Ignis searched. Ignis searched. Ignis searched. Ignis searched. She was not anywhere to be seen. “She is not,” his mind gleaned.

His sword carried that which brought death. His anger and passion caused cursings per breath. Near’ driven mad, he found a new lover, one for his health, one to bring peace. Out of this love a new man was born, a man to be seen in the rest of our lore.