The Old Guardian - Adrana

The Old Guardian was facing

Adrana,

Casting her a mistrusting gaze.

The Old Guardian deals the first

blow — weapons clash,

A fierce storm of attacks breaks out.

Saneday and Barändir go near

the jewel,

An artifact set in a stone.

The Old Guardian resists

Princess Adrana’s relentless assaults

and magic.

The Old Guardian draws on his

ancient power,

Deadly bows start raining down

on her.

«Don't let me down!»

When Saneday and Barändir pry

the pearly orb out of its craked

pedestal,

A swarm of shadows is suddently

conjured, shrouding and assaulting them.

«Nebulae se colligunt,

prusias!»

Remember the fate of Prusias!

Nightmarish wraiths —

immaterial strikes which pierce the lost

soul, rather than flesh.

Saneday’s memories

are coming from a forgotten

time;

Prusias was then a young city

The Tryons were ruling Elhanor.

The Old Guardian falls,

A deep, open wound

Glaring on his side,

His flank badly torn…

Soon, Saneday is holding the

precious orb,

Having overcome memories

of old.

Darkness becomes Light,

The four Leodran envoys reconvene

out of the cave.

The four Leodram envoys:

«Wij zullen op het imperium

lopen!»

The Ice People rises again.

Adrana, we pledge allegiance

to you;

Our army will be heard in all of

Elhanor.