Merrze had been thinking of it well, something she had considered often in her life. Merrze had learned to enjoy stories, she hadn't been a tale chaser like many she had met. She still enjoyed a well-spun yarn, often she shared them with her children. Merlin would well know her fondness for them. If she was going to tell a story, she would tell what she knew. A story about ego, about a world unchecked with reckless abandonment and malicious intent. About how beauty still shined in but a blip of existence, the mother closed her eyes wondering how to start, until she had thought over it deeply. She remembered back on the night they left the shrouded isles, the day she learned of a truth that changed everything. She sang a song, a melody to lift spirits who had seen the tip of an iceberg between worlds.
"I think, it is only right that I share my story first of all. I know you djinn can see what happen in your world, you saw as Thanatos made me die a hundred deaths. The end is the one thing we all share, the self can be reborn till it is forgotten until we truly die. It is the stories we regale in that hold the test of time, that contain memory, and emotion which is the crystalization of one's self. I don't wish to sound a poet, no I just have thought of this time over and over in my life. You have lived lifetimes I can imagine, in a sense, I have as well in a world in which we are trapped and guided by the experience we live. I do live the life I have, but I live it as my job in guiding this world. I have seen purpose, and for some, that is giving your all to this world. So I shall tell you the Ballad of a Saint."
Merrze inhaled, taking a deep breath. She would begin a piercing song, ringing through the hall for all to hear. She was baring her soul, telling the tale of herself. Of the life she lived, of the life, she aimed to offer.
Ballad Of A Saint
"In a forest of mud and brick formed into slums a sea of sickly slaves to society rest.
In rows and rows red lions live, a pair prayed and prayed to build their nest
Asking for a cub, a soft little one to share all of their love
It got the day done, it pumped their blood, working for a gift from above
It kept them alive it kept them both fed, it granted their wish, for they were the best
But ask you know, for the grant, those who give always warn for what you wish!
She was babe so beautiful with hair full of red, she had eyes sharp and standoffish
Quickly did that rush to her face, but not in blush, in sickly disease ridden with fleas
A plague, a disease killing on the breeze, riding the winds, ticks, and bees
Her health flared, fallen with blisters and flu, so deathly her life could vanish
They couldn't stand to lose their gem, it was a melancholic madness
Had no rhyme reason or end, but then a man came peddling even more risks
A father for labor would be traded in return for medicine as a favor
They took his offer so desperately, their torment was his to savor
The spider spun a web for something for someone to enjoy his malice
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, Story of mother, of a woman in sorrow
A lion-faced with death, an everlasting dream in a false reality
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, Song of an Empress and Soul long Dead
Living with beasts wishing for peace to build a land so free
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, a fanalis freed from rage, living for tomorrow
She had lived, growing and growing till her mother was gone
dead she had been before the girl was ten, unaware she was a pawn
a friend stolen, she was just next to made into the arachnids pet
The child's condition, starved, dehydrated in chains bound she was kept
Six moons had passed, then she was sold but it was a savior and a new dawn
From a cub to lion the girl had shown she had power but a fire that would devour
A war from east to west saw her to try her best until that bloody hour
Her anger so eager it lead to near death, but only a lost leg
She was to live for a daughter, to fight for her people no longer to beg
To fight for herself, to free those of similar fate, to never cower
The web had been spun, the story so far had followed the spider
Her life, her pain, the doubts and worries that she would ponder
He had woven everything, set up every struggle for a show of his own
Seeing those tears, he smiled from the misery he'd sewn
Her hair turned white as blood drained from her face, the spider had his wonder
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, Story of mother, of a woman in sorrow
A lion-faced with death, an everlasting dream in a false reality
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, Song of an Empress and Soul long Dead
Living with beasts wishing for peace to build a land so free
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, a fanalis freed from rage, living for tomorrow
A child had been lost in the pain, but then she sired her first cub
She had left the land, abandoning her pain and giving it a shrug
The fanalis chased power until she had met her first magic man
Her friend chopped her leg and her hand, she had fought with no plan
It was time to think it was time to learn if she was a beast not a bug
Then another she had met, but blessings of blue she had won
each encounter, every experience and every new place provided a stun
The mind began expand and a blood boil began to simmer
A djinn's power and the blessings her family got bigger
Her life and story had only just begun
Then came the third, the one for her love
The one where the wise failed killed by a harpy dove
Light began to flash then, then she saw the truth
A life was but a drop in a sea, extinguished in youth
It was her mistake, her actions that had left them done
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, Story of mother, of a woman in sorrow
A lion-faced with death, an everlasting dream in a false reality
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, Song of an Empress and Soul long Dead
Living with beasts wishing for peace to build a land so free
O This, O this is the Saint's Ballad, a fanalis freed from rage, living for tomorrow
She had returned at the djinn's grace, left outside the palace.
Her life had split but the pack still grew, the lioness gained grace
The world was changing, the dragons warred and tribes were warned
But they gathered with the feline, behind her lines none were scorned
A garden grew a home for the lost the woman had taken the name Firdaus
With the title of paradise, she built a city upon city until the Queen Dohna
Ideals had battled liberator and conquer, but the mad queen was crushed by mythic fauna
A mind fresh tested she had pushed herself, with a will given form she had expanded
It wasn't to take only to give, to offer the promises and actually grant them
No longer a peasant she was now an empress, she had control of her Mana
To grow and grow after seeing the end, she remembered everything she had to give
In order to experience the world, to make a true change one couldn't manipulate but live
Her blood was now gold, and her family that was growing ever so big her wish had been granted
Now in a world-changing she had accepted the darkness, her soul cursed so it could be balanced
A martyr to her soul, splitting it apart, only half would be reborn the last of her spark.
O this, O this is the Saint's Ballad, A woman who wished to accept the scorned
For had she not lived the life she did her fate too would've been forlorned
O this, O this is the Saint's Ballad, a song to know the choice is yours
The legacy you leave shall change, until no one remembers your name,
O this, O this is the Saint's Ballad. A story to share, to know you can accept the world while experiencing despair."