A/n:

This will quite possibly be of epic proportions my friends and I plan to be published one day so comments are greatly appreciated. You should know that English is not my first language, these chapters and so on are all translated from my native tongue so if you find any flaws in grammar or just want to let me know that some comment from my characters seems a bit off, feel absolutely free to give a holler. I do not promise I will change anything, but I will take all things in to considering and gratefully so.

Now, as you've probably figured, this is an original. I have all rights to characters, names and everything in this story. You may have noticed someone prancing around this place earlier with the nick of Rivana, without being signed. This was me snooping around before deciding to join (the name by the way is years old by now since this story has been on ice for a while before I decided to continue with it.)

Allright, sorry 'bout the whole 'don't steal from me' thing. I know it can be annoying to read, just wanted to make sure shady characters knew that I do have copyright on this and that I have published it in other forums as well.

But on with it now… Take a seat children, the movie's starting.

This is a story of heroes, reluctant and voluntary. This is a story of love, lucky and unlucky. This is a story of fate and being all that you can be, whether it be easy or not, whether it seems right or not. We are who we are and will always be, in life, in death and beyond.

From the peaks of the ancient mountains

That eternally stand guard above us all

To the lowest of the Lowland's green valleys

The voice of a lover does call

From the high coast of the Westernocean

where the golden ships of Loua sail by

To the northernmost guard post of the world

that on the top of Blackmountain reigns high

From the great, windy prairies of Shanama

with its horses that a man can never bind

To the mighty protection of A'nakra forest

where no arrows dare touch the hind

From the homes of the prosperous Midland

where the crops grow like fields of gold

To the sacred temples of the Khalastidesert

where for truth your guilt can be sold

From the hidden and long forgotten places

that the fog of time will not let you see

To the most memorable of life's moments

the sweetness of love and of victory

They come from every corner of the world

To rest in The Harbour of Silent Peace

We come from battle and from hard lives

To sleep in her loving arms with ease

Always to A'ti'limina so the pain will part

Always A'ti limina, Atirien's blessed Heart