Songs of fire and light

Once the world was a peaceful place, filled with life. Ruled by children of light.  Now the world has grown dark in these chaotic times. War a daily thing, death a certainty as no life is valued sacred.  The power of the 7 kings of despair grows each fleeting day. Their creatures of demise, anguish any unfortunate enough to cross their blooded path. No one can seize their reign, elf, dwarf nor man or any others. All tried and none been victorious at eliminating the evils from these lands.  Hope is fading, leaving in its wake a fading glimmer of misery and despair. The world is dying. The woods carry a sickly graze. Their unkept bark and greens, a treacherous habitat for things unseen. Unsavory beings, hidden, they await their foolish prey to make a disastrous move. Dead lurks on every corner, shadow or behind one’s back.  The air feels thick, too heavy, unhealthy and deadly. Carrying the scents of death anywhere one goes.  Crops falling, animals dying, leaving the people left in famine. Starved for sweet release that only death can convey. Free them from their endless suffering.  The shadows of nature and men haunt the living. Dangerous lurk in every nook and cranny, waiting to strike.  For we are deserted by mother nature and her heavenly light. Parted her lands with as parting gift the kiss of death.  Even in the light, the brightest of minds know, peace is never everlasting. The smallest pebble knows how to start an avalanche. A fresh river, the beginnings of an ocean.  Even the smallest person can change the world. For better or worse, not even the wisest can tell. Fate knows all and never shows its mysteries.  Be wary of the twisted dances of fate, but she is but a fickle dream. Stray but a little from their beat and they’ll bring ruin upon us all.  Of a thousand different paths, most can realize but one. It’s madness to envy other people’s blessings, disregard their own. Creatures are selfish, they only care for their own. Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a deep intelligence and a great heart.  One must chase away their demons and fight for victory. The world has grown cold with gloom. The fires of greed burning as far the eye can see and from the ashes of disaster, hope arose A young delicate blossom grew up treasured by men, blessed by the gods with power and knowledge. Their nurturing words grant her the courage to set the world ablaze.  From the fires of light, their mother's blood, they shall rise. Cities will simmer and from the ashes of shattered nightmares, a new world will emerge. As occurred so many ages ago.  She does not walk this treacherous path alone. Instead, she holds those bestowed as precious close.  But can she remain her own keeper or will she entrust another her stormy heart? Will those willing, end losing their own. Will they succeed and vancuis all evils from this realm or will darkness called victory and their blood pay the price? Will the dark cities of this world be filled with light, beauty and music once more?