11 - The Chronicles of TabEwon - The Traitor

Описание: They trust my hands, they kneel and pray... I bind them soft, I bind them tight.
I lead them to the old ones' hunger, give their names to the dark that bites.
Pilgrims' prayers are coins of passage—offerings to walls that crave.
I will feed them to our gods. I will feed them...

Old stones remember whispers, a hush in the dawn,
Drukolonk with silvered beard, wore the elder's crown.
Once he stood in the circle, Tabewon's guiding light,
Now his shadow moves through midnight, trading mercy for might.

Pilgrims came with empty hands and songs upon their lips,
Promised safe beyond the valley, led into his crypt.

He is the traitor, carving crosses on the shrine,
Heart of the circle cold as bone, a fever in his mind.
They will be eaten alive! the old gods cry in blood and wine,
He is the traitor, Drukolonk—born to betray the line.

Chained bells on weary shoulders, footsteps in the rain,
He marched them to an altar where the stars forgot their names.
For an old-side race of gods that hunger in the dark,
He'd send the faithful trembling to be offered as a spark.

On the deck of Tak-Allawan, salt and shadow reigned.
I kept the ropes steady as the sea sang its lies.
Pilgrims numbed by bitter draughts, hung between mast and sky—
Kept breathing just enough to taste the gods' appetite.
Chains sang a lullaby for those who could not cry.
I steered them to the altar with the old gods waiting nigh.

Windows shattered on the dawn, the temple doors unbarred,
Faith turned into barter for an answer much too hard.

He is the traitor, carving crosses on the shrine,
Heart of the circle cold as bone, a fever in his mind.
They will be eaten alive! the old gods cry in blood and wine,
He is the traitor, Drukolonk—born to betray the line.

Whispers grew to thunder, rumor turned to steel,
The circle's blood ran hotter, justice clothed in zeal.
From the smoke and shadow stepped five names against the night,
They swore to break the bindings and to set the pilgrims right.

Luther's palm like thunder, Durkanaam's blade of flame,
Tkoner's eyes like winter cut the silence of his name.
Valtek roared like storm-iron, Jennifer stood still and true,
Five against the traitor—no mercy for the few.

He is the traitor, falling under morning's knife,
Drukolonk, your chains undone, unmade by righteous strife.
They will be eaten alive! —no more will that cry decide,
Stopped by brave hearts standing—Luther, Durkanaam, Tkoner, Valtek, Jennifer at their side.

Old stones remember silence, a dawn that feels like grace,
Tabewon breathes again tonight, and mercy finds its place.