Prologue

They came from the stars

The tears of the great watching beasts

The earth shuttering as they touched their home

 

The realm of Xerith releasing a profound cry

in the form of  a thousand thunders

and strengthened storms

she wept

 

gentle Xerith- her beloved Gaia and Cerul gone.

How would she protect her realm now?

And so Xerith gave her soul to The Great Father

And pleaded for protection of the residents that she had

 

And He smiled to her, and promised He would.

And for her humility, He gave her a gift

Out of the heavens He created Erith,

And out of the earth He created Xera

And He conjoined them in spirit

So they would find always find each other

 

But He held them in Paradise

To await the perfect day

To be given

To be born

Author's Note

the entire story is not to be in poetry- for those who are curious

Reviews

[Albert Teague]

it has a final-fantasy kingdom hearts-esque ambiance to it, love to see where this goes