Sword of Souls world map

My poorly drawn map of Noirae =D

The Land of Light

There is a place surrounded by light,

Where the days are full of happiness and peace,

The energy dancing all around in constant motion,

The birds singing in harmony in the forest of light and hope.

A light shines upon the land,

Bringing hope to those who are lost,

Lighting a dream for them,

Hope can never fade as long as there is a dream to follow.

The Land of Light welcomes all.

Flowers dancing to the melody of the forest,

Rivers running endlessly, pleading for the song to sing forever,

If anyone could see this place, would they call it an illusion?

A bird takes wing into the sky,

It is searching for a place where its dream awaits.

As it flies, it gently sings comforting songs to those who are lost and lonely.

A light shines upon the land,

Bringing hope to those who are lost,

Lighting a dream for them,

Hope can never fade as long as there is a dream to follow.

The Land of Light welcomes all.

A traveler stared into the hopeful eyes of the animals.

In the eyes of another, they can see the land of light.

They’ll always return to that place.

A light shines upon the land,

Bringing hope to those who are lost,

Lighting a dream for them,

Hope can never fade as long as there is a dream to follow.

The Land of Light welcomes all.

A traveler stares into the hopeful eyes of the animals.

In the eyes of another, they can see the land of light.

They’ll always return to that place.

The Land of Light welcomes all.

Those Colors

“Why does the sunset so unique each time?

The colors combined in dazzling ways.

Yet why so unique?

Are they painted in the sky by some unknown force?

As it disappears in the sky, I am left wondering why.

The moon comes out and takes its place as the sky grows dark.

Replacing the sun’s beauty.

But all things beautiful must end someday.

Starting anew another day.

As the night goes on, I find myself wishing to see those colors.

As dawn approaches, I feel a thrill pass through me,

Knowing I will see a new painting in the morning sky.”

The Sword of Souls

In a temple in Flaragone there lies a sword.

Protected by a door of light,

Waiting to fulfill its duty.

A kind soul can wield it,

But only with permission from the wise ones.

The Sword of Souls will rise again