HeathenHeart

Chapter I The burning sparks in the lake of fire hissed and sizzled so hot that they seemed to scorch the air. Restless black shadows that once were human crawled in anguish amidst the fetid flames, some weeping in despair, some moaning with fear, some screaming in pain, some laughing in their madness. His mother was there. He saw her from the side among other shadows, but he could feel it was her. Her face was dark and her hair was rare and scorched, and she was naked. But she smiled. Panting, he tried to swim to the surface from where he had fallen, but he felt his feet painfully stuck to the molten ground, while tongues of flame – or

I ask thee, Sisters of the Fate Who forge the destinies of all: What is the life I should await Until I hear my call? I pray thee now, on bended knee: Spin my life a silver thread, That I may lead it blissfully And never fear what lies ahead. Then, bless me with a life of gold, That I may have the fate of kings From the old legends, who told Of treasures and magic rings. Ah, but spin me a thread of steel – That I may never meet my fall Till I have conquered Fortune’s wheel And I can reach the Golden Hall! Baptized in the blood of war, A life of iron’s all I yearn, With new horizons to explore And great feas