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The Tale of the Hare and the Larva
1951 FA / 155 SA
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When the Hare had made certain the Larva understood the duties, he thought himself satisfied that the rest could finally be found. The Larva pushed and pushed, pouring fuel into the beckoning fire to guide all of the scholars but the Hare had not anticipated that the Larva within a much shorter time, would have spent the rest of his fuel for the flames. So in the darkness, the Larva claimed Celestia Astramaris to be Maheral.

The Hare watched for two years, Celestia was nowhere to be seen. So he spoke to the other wise animals; The First Mole, Serpent, Lynx and the Swan all agreed with the Hare. The light must return and those who have stumbled in the Larva’s darkness, return to the path.
The Lynx were busy in their project of rediscovering the lost art of arcane. The Mole, Serpent, and Swan too had new duties far from the people they once guided and so the Hare requested to take up the heavy duties once more after 13 years of rest.

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And so it is with the will of elMalauriran that Celestia Astramaris never was Maheral and thus is no Malaurir.
It is also the will of elMalauriran that Seth Calith is Maheral.  


 

MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA



-Maheral Seth Calith the Hare
-Malaurir Lelien Lazul the Swan
-Malaurir Silvos Sythaerin the Serpent
-Malaurir Iatrilemar Elervathar the Lynx
-Malaurir Andria Fi’tarlareh the First Mole

 

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A youthful poet sung a song, stroking the fine 'aheral lyre. He sung a song of truth and reality.

 

"Praise our pure maiden. For it is not we who shall bring about purity. It was always her design" 

 

Stelios smiles for the first time in years. Ready to re-open the old gyro stand from an older, purer time. 

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