Nathrangking

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                                                         Anthem of Olympus

Sunlight laying its hands upon frozen and unmoving earth is all that any mortal eye can perceive when it gazes upon this plane of existence. Apollo and his lyre bless the universe with songs that cause the heart of the cosmos to beat. Seas still beneath Khione’s breath and dances to and fro almost imperceptibly. Winds whisper up above of the battle waged by the daughter of Boreas and the son of Zeus. No armies march across the icy lands to clash their weapons or spill blood to sate untempered thirst. A son and daughter born of raging lords try to prove their might for the sake of the rulership that is not theirs. The frigid kingdom wages its war against the heir of Helios and the master of the skies. Eagles fly not as amusement takes the lords on high and makes them giggle at the foolishness of the spawn of the divine. The huntress begins to shower Olympus with arrows of silver as even the lord of the deep ascends to speak his piece. Civilization begins to shrivel as flames and ice obliterate everything that humanity has struggled so long to build. Walls tumble, breath falls, stone melts and rivers run as molten stone. Steam from the seas inspires ire from the Earthshaker as he demands that this foolishness end. Forests are both ash and fragments of most cold wood. Pallas in her armor stands at her father’s side, but even she sheds a tear and her strength appears to fade. Hestia tends to her hearth having no heart to take sides, but raising her eyes to the stars above. She moves her lips and song beyond the ken of Phoebus bursts forth from among the stars. Snow and cold melts away while the heat is tempered and awakens the Spring. Deities who have done war are cast into an abyss never ending while a flute calls forth a new world. Healing closes the wounds both new and old as the melody is woven into the fabric of the land forevermore.