The Legend of Borealis- Part 1

The Legend of Borealis


Part One:
Children of the Sky

        
        Come; gather yourselves around the fire in this beautiful starlit hour. Heed no nightly noise for, though sword and shield may not be in hand, there is safety in the folds of trees and the moon, our mother, casts her watchful eye upon all.
Now, I shall tell you of a time long ago when the world was young. Not many are left who remember the tale, for it took place when our world Gaia was still innocent and the ravages of war were not yet set upon it.

        There was once a land, at the dawning of the time, so green and fair that the great sky goddess Aurora kept it as her own, dwelling there often under the stars, lighting the night sky with her prismatic aura. She would leave trails of flowers where she walked and spring groves of trees wherever she slept; kissing dew upon all the land before fading again into the mists of morning.
In time she gave this land a name, one taken after the cool, refreshing winds that blew ever through it from the north; and so was called the blessed Land of the Borealis.

        Then it came time, when all the world was shaped, for the fair children of the heavens to be born and come unto Gaia. By the blessing of the gods, father Sun and mother Moon gave life and birth to the first of these children. To them were born twin sons, the elder, Lunarean, in the silver lit countenance of their mother and the younger, Solarean, in the golden radiance of their father; thus were they named in honor of their sky parents. The brothers', in all their splendor, descended then to Gaia and marveled in long wanderings at its newborn wonders.
In time, they came to the Land of the Borealis and with them followed laughter, light and song. With a spring in their steps and joy in their hearts, they cast about them bits if their flowing hair that sprung forth about them the golden flowers of the sun and pale flowers of the moon.

        The sky goddess rejoiced at the coming of these fair children into her land. With the soft, loving touch of her hands, she caressed and kissed the flowers of the sky children. The flowers then began to take the fair form and beauty of the twins from whence they sprang.
There after the Land of Borealis was filled with laughter and life, as was the first coming of the Elder race of Elves into the world of Gaia.

O'er windswept mountains of silver hue,
Into deep woods kissed in morning dew,
And spring-time larks in meadow song flew,
Here shall we reside, forever within you!

Borealis! O' Aurora!
Blessed be the waters clear,
In thine reflected crystal aura,
Laden with thee, every joyful tear.

Gathered hither all the night long
With laughter, light, love and song,
Our hearts rejoice in wondrous throng,
Dancing still upon the rays of dawn.

Aurora! O' Borealis!
In thee we rest the lands' undying quest!
Beauty shimmering thy celestial dress,
Weaving o'er the hills, into the west!



~ To be continued in 'Part Two' of "The Legend of Borealis" ~