The hero and the edge
A hero once lived who went on a quest to breech the edge of the world
By land and by sea he would journey
Walking through lands filled with bandits and danger he would fight for what what right but not out of anger.
A master sword wielder and expert bowman he wandered the land protecting women and children
Always he wandered on
For the edge and beyond
Off to the distant land of the gods
Who had the power to re-unite him with his love whom the evil sage Alaffat did steal up to his tower in the clouds
Covered in a shroud of death and despair. Yet our hero did dare to face Alaffat and repair some of the harm done to the land. He hoped the gods would lend a hand.
After uncountable moons set sail at sea the ship came upon the great waterfall edge suddenly.
The ship he was in dropped anchor and bid our hero off
And he jumped
Over the edge of the world into the waiting abyss
It was for love that he did all of this
A castle he found after surviving the fall. Made of treasures unknown and purest of gold. Values beyond untold.
The gods they did answer the call. Dropped from above came a sword, a helm, armour and shield. These were the gifts the gods gave him to wield.
For they were pleased
With his righteous deeds
Return him they did to the great magic tower.
Alaffat waited will all of his power
Our hero climber with tooth hands and nail and he he could not fail for he was bound by love
He got to the chamber where his love was hidden. The embrace they shared was full of meaning. Pure
Then Alaffat appeared in the door
This is where our hero learned there was more
Alaffat was not evil, only petty and scared
He wanted to learn of the gods and only the hero would go if his love was threatened
She was not a hostage, more like a prize to be claimed if he could arrange to conquer the edge
We all have our prizes
We all have our edges
We all have our love and our Gods
Evil is a strange word which is often mis-understood
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