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The Third Lesson of An-Gho


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T H E  T H I R D  L E S S O N  O F  A N  - G H O

 

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Carved upon a sorcerous tablet of slate - the words were only found by those draconic, and those of servitude to fire and ash - heralds of the coming end. 

 


 

     For there were the days - where the ovens had been lit with the fire of Man. When the stones were piled into great mountain holds - when the shortest of Men, with the longest of beards, had lost its crown to a great worm, and then their halls had wept. Then the name of war spilt from lip to lip, murmured at first, before being howled from great throats. Come from fire and war, a shadow spread from a great fire, given wings carved of stones. Then, there, great fire was known, and the First-Crowned did lay in deep places, and he weighed the very heart of the shadow - in places where no light did strike. In there did lay ash, there lay beds of embers, with great smoke - great dark there lay, and an inner light that came from the First of the flames - the first lit, the first blown by a great sorcerous word from the lips of the one who held the Book of Life. And that first-lit did dispense his wisdom, and spread wings made from the very bones of the earth, carved with hands from places high and of heaven. For this was the very birth of the first of Dragons - who bore a crown before any other, gilded with gold and flame, and its name was A Z D R O M O T H. And weep and fear, and love - for that name is old, worn, and it's very utterance brings a flare in all hearts for itself was mended with sacred and magical meaning. For the tongue of the dragons - the first, and the oldest, is borne from the Song of the World, from which a string has been plucked, and given to the kin of dragons. For it was in those days that the An-Gho stood before such a king, and knew that he knew that such a king knew the highest of virtues, and the lowest of crimes. 

 

   And that time knew trouble, it knew light as it knew darkness, but it was rot that took it, the stagnation of all things that sent the Arpad kings to their knees, the name of Horen to reel back, mad and wild. It was rot that festered the halls of the great-bearded dwarves, who sent things of many limbs through its gate through folly, great treasures in its belly. And it was the rot that clung to the hearts of elves, and they quarreled and they fought, but in the end were blind. In the end, orc, elf, man, and dwarf were all blind, for they thought that they could see, but possessed no eyes, and fought with intent of light unto dark, puppeteered by great pretenders to the throne of the Maker. 

 

    And the An-Gho came unto the A Z D R O M O T H, and he did so unto a time of fire and war, and he was his child. And then the secrets of the earth were revealed, and the width, the shape, and he weight of fire were told and sung unto his heart - bearing them now. 

 

    And the A Z D R O M O T H did bear his heart through scepter and sword - and revealed a great sun to the An-Gho, the and the An-Gho wept for this, and gave to his father a golden tear. 

 

    I ask of you now, burning children and blessed mortals, what is the Third Eye ?

 

 


i.

He was born amidst the white ash of great plains, where the swords were struck with thunder and men made brothers of their horses. There the wind blew with the many great voices of a hundred spirits, and he knew to speak to father and forefather, and his name was then U T ‘ U M M O R

 


ii.

And his master took to teaching him, and was bid to learn strength, to know valiance, and to know to be noble. And so he brought valiance, and he brought strength, and he brought a great voice with him, and he sang before the Staunton princes, before Reich and Lord. But the princes did not abide, 

and the duke of Summer spurned him,

and the White Sun turned him away thrice for his melody, 

and cast him into great cells, and great torture.

 


iii.

And so he toiled in places deep and vile, dungeons low, and they tore and they beat at the frame and face of the U T ‘ U M M O R. And they cursed him - they lavished in his pain, for their blood was fickle, and it was mad. And the Lords then quarrelled over who should take his fingers, and who should hold his tongue, and whose hounds should taste his man-hood. 

and Lord fell upon Lord, over who should own the gift of pain, 

and the man vanished then, and the lords had revealed that they were the M A L ‘ F A

and trust not the M A L ‘ F A for it is vile, and it is a man upside down on his head.

 


iv.

For it was that, despite the M A L ‘ F A, the U T ‘ U M M O R stood at the gates of the torturous lords, and while their Men drew swords of hateful iron, and their Women cast curses of lust and ire, it was their children, with their hearts unbent, that stood before the U T ‘ U M M O R, and so preserved him. 

so it was that he knew then, that the children were wiser than the old, 

for their hearts were pure, untarnished, and beaten from gold. 

and so he knew now, that he should pursue that path - the Golden Path.

 



 

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Great writing, this was enjoyable to read

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