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The newborn elf, a baby boy, lay silently watching wide-eyed as if something grand were about to occur, not in the slightest aware that he was in fact that grand something. A prince was born to his people this day. His name? Idan Zeal. And so the tale begins.

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The King embraced the child, throwing all his cares away with unceasing joy. He was a father. He was a father! The child, so vulnerable and helpless yet powerfully innocent and pure. This was the beginning of a grand story, a bright genesis, and the king knew it. The evening was filled with merry celebration and upbeat song. As the day drew to a close and the moon was on it’s rise the king lay a kiss on the top of Idan’s head. “My son…” He said in awe as he laid the small baby in a crib. Turning to walk away his thoughts turned back to the war and his pace became brisk. Straight to the war meeting, now he had more reason to fight than ever. Things weren’t looking good for the city of Fiah where they lived. The rest of the kingdom, Teaghais, had grown corrupt and was at civil war. “Any notable movements?” The king asked as he hurried to his seat in the well hidden room. “None, which worries us more.” responded Casper, one of the king’s advisors. “If you don’t count the army slowly making it’s way here” General Gil chimed in. “Well, he knew about that!” Casper said, “No need to fuss about it now, we’re already doing our best in preparation.” the stress and fatigue showing through his voice. Raul, a genius strategist and final member of the meeting, stood and bowed briefly to greet the king while continuing the conversation, “And we still haven’t told the civilians anything, Casper? I think it’s time we prepare them as well, now that the festivities are over.” Trying to get comfortable in his chair, the king agrees, “Yes, I will tell my wife first in the morning. After that I will address the people. Gil, prepare for riots. How many days out are they at worst?” And at the sound of his words the room goes silent. “Three days, my king” Raul says, breaking the silence, “and that is the best case scenario, at worst they could appear as you speak tomorrow.” The king stood, “Then we have no time to waste, get some rest tonight and we’ll do what we can tomorrow. Good night everyone.” he said leaving the room.

Morning came quickly, and as the sun rose so did the people of Fiah.

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“As it turns out, we know very little of the world we call home! Our own cradle of life has seen far more than we could ever know, were it not sworn to silence it would tell marvelous tales like the one we are about to discover!” he said with an abundance of joy in his voice as he quickly traversed through the city, leading his troop, homebound. A greatly anticipated word had arrived! He had become a father, for this he must abandon the battlefield and make haste to his beloved’s side. Passing through gates and doors, forgetting to slow and dismount entirely, he raced through his palace leaving many in his wake to navigate the newborn confusion and mess on their own as he steamed onward. As he approached the chamber, he leaped from his mount. A dismount befitting of a king, never missing a beat and no apparent loss of momentum. Crashing to the ground like thunder through the sky, you could feel it in the air. With a wave of his hand he opened the final passage, stopped dead where he stand by the painted reality before him. For there stood a woman with her child bundled up in her arms. The newborn elf, a baby boy, lay silently watching wide-eyed as if something grand were about to occur, not in the slightest aware that he was in fact that grand something. A prince was born to his people this day. His name? Idan Zeal. And so the tale begins.

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Yes. There will be more.

Before us lies an era of passion
The very fires of life burning bright
With no signs of letting up for a moment
And hearts, like our hands intertwined for the night
Dreams of hopes and goals growing close
Ever closer as in return we forsake our rights
If only for that one breath
One simple second that you’re really mine
And these hearts of ours share common ground
Understanding for the first time, granting flight
God, don’t let this gravity pull us down
We scream as we dream and hold each other tight
A grand blaze for art, for beauty, for love
An inferno for truth, for the journey, & a reason for life
No one stand in the way or hold us back,
Or burn, I swear, will your soul tonight
Yes! Harsh, offensive, full of meaning and emotion
But truer than the farthest foresight
Real passion never caters to opinions
Idan Zeal, era of passion, my delight.

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Idan means “Era” and Zeal is obvious. It’s a name, and a cool one I think. So I wrote a poem about it, not sure myself what exactly I’m trying to paint as a word picture or who is speaking or where it’s coming from (Parents speaking and turning to their child at the end, or a poem spoken to one’s beloved)… But most definitely capturing the meaning of the name. I read this over like 20 times after I wrote it, still feeling passionate about it.

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