im not too sure about which verse to insert...the first one is the original before the edit, and i just randomly came up with the second while i was working on the 4th edit job...hmmm....

prologue:zera

“A voice was carried in the wind…
Its bearer celestial…
And still She sings,
For the wind is Her home,
And echoes of the fall
Are awakened from within Her melody…”

OR

“The music raced through the silent night
While a soft voice sang picking up the fallen pieces…
And still She sings
For She is the wind
And every fall of every leaf She echoes,
Uniting all the silent souls from within Her melody…”

From deep within the turbulent silence it seized Her and She was pulled under and thrown into an irreversible void…She fell into a fallacy bound with chains interlocking and suffocating Her very existence…intense choler raced through Her crippling mind and She felt it lodge itself in Her sanity dangling aloof, quietly disquieting Her minds working and un-whirling a sadness so deep that it seized, twisted and crushed the very last holdings of all Her senses.

Her sight blurred and Her throat burned uncomfortably…a pure crystal fell from Her right eye and landed on Her palm. Within that single drop of crystal, centuries of emotion swirled as She levitated the liquid melding all Her visions in it.

The liquid changed as She rose, and with a spell it grew in size until it came to a point where it could grow no more. And from within the cluttered clockwork She summoned two great guardians and placed them at the two ends of the planets new stratosphere, surrounding them with lanterns, or moons, and sealing them with enchantments.

She dubbed the planet Girion and likewise did so with the other moons guarding it. She then named the star at Her right Benaith and the other Elandur. Calling forth figures to rise from the soil of Girion, She finally departed in the silence Chaos brought with Him, with only the wind by Her side to lighten the way.

Time lapsed and its grains fell, one by one down the hourglass as Girion grew and flourished to be the Utopia of the very gods. But the peace wavered and it came to pass that there was to be an uprising, and from within the seed of the rebellion lead by the Necromancers, Elandur was extinguished and the unstable star finally died, leaving a huge explosion in Her demise. The explosion swept through the galaxy, counteracting the enchantments that held it together, and in a sweep of racing light and searing heat, destroyed all that came in Her path…

Her anger grew, suddenly enervated as if Her whole strength was being devoured by the earth itself. And as the world was pulled into a swirling void of utter darkness, She chanted holding Her frail hands above Her head, and summoned all Her energy into sealing the fate of the world in a prophecy. Its contents hang aloof but what sprouted out from the revelation was that there will come a time when life will come back to Girion and peace would once more be restored…

But the goddess went too far with the prophecy of revenge. An ancient binding that was as old as the earth but not born of it pulled at Her and She realized with heightened horror that She had overstepped the boundaries- but all was in vain now, and She collapsed, sealing the fate of the world along with that of the world in the hands of the unknown…

And She departed again, in the very silence Chaos brought with him, but without the wind to sing for Her…