Post by King Syrus Warheight II on Feb 21, 2006 21:40:31 GMT -5
This is in honor of my nephew, Dylan. He was born today, less than 20 minutes ago. February 21st, 2006. He weighs 7.6 ounces and came in at 19 inches long. I have decided to have something done in his honor, and this is it. I have decided to name it Dyami, as it is close to Dylan, and means strong bird, eagle, or phoenix. It is the male form of a native american set of names. The female version is Dyani, meaning doe, or fawn.
Within the walls of Castle Warheight lies a garden for which the castle is quite famous for. At it's center is a looming statue of the former king, Syrus Azrael Warheight I. He bears a sword in one hand across his chest, leans upon a large shield that rests at his feet, and is donned in the armor that Syrus II is always seen in. Syrus II meditates there often out of respect, and to control the demon within him, exceptional mental as well as physical discipline is required.
Syrus was in the middle of taking one of his daily walks around the gardens after arriving from a short absence, which he had spent in Xexoria. He made his way slowly, clanking boots against the cobblestone path, to the statue of his father, where he fell to his knees and began to pray, then meditate. As he did such, a cracking sound could be heard that jerked him back to reality, sword drawn, and ready to strike at anything that moved. He looked upon the statue of his father, the source of the noise and stared, blankly and stupified, as it seemed the noise was coming from the shield itself.
As he walked around behind the statue it was obvious that a considerably large egg laid between the statue's legs behind the shield, and had apparently been there his entire trip, basking and maturing in the heat of the garden on the hot statue's surface. Even in the coldest of time's it was said that the former king's power still resonated so fiercely within the heart of his castle, that the tower would emit steam into the air, as it would stay hot to the touch all year 'round. Syrus carefully approached the egg and touched it's surface. Lo' and behold, it was like metal to the touch, and as a tiny beak began to peck through it's surface it was a wonder how the thing did ever manage to break from such a small little thing. He reached, and with a small amount of difficulty pulled down upon the crack, shearing off a large piece of the egg and revealing a baby phoenix, small and spindly, with iris' of alternating black and gold strips and pupils that shone bright white for a short time, then returned to black as they stared upon the man. Without warning, it took it's first flight and circled into the air, touching the tip of the former king's sword with it's small feet before coming to rest on Sy's left shoulder, where it's tail would cascade across his right side and wrap around his waist for comfort. It spoke but three words to Sy, as he himself was without words, and there were only three words that the phoenix could say at this point.
" I am Dyami. "
Syrus took the phoenix as his own, and would, with pride, bear what, without knowledge of Syrus, was the offspring of Qadash. Qadash, the white phoenix, was the offspring of both Kaos, and Naos. Though it was unclear to even the gods who the second parent was. It was as if, not only was this baby a god, but a miracle. And the first of the god's family who would live among man, watching over, and being watched over by Syrus, who had attained the blessing of the white phoenix through his proposal of marriage to Amethyst. Though if the the egg had been here this long, it seemed that they were fated to be together. It was a good day in the kingdom of Algeroth on Syrus' first day back.
Within the walls of Castle Warheight lies a garden for which the castle is quite famous for. At it's center is a looming statue of the former king, Syrus Azrael Warheight I. He bears a sword in one hand across his chest, leans upon a large shield that rests at his feet, and is donned in the armor that Syrus II is always seen in. Syrus II meditates there often out of respect, and to control the demon within him, exceptional mental as well as physical discipline is required.
Syrus was in the middle of taking one of his daily walks around the gardens after arriving from a short absence, which he had spent in Xexoria. He made his way slowly, clanking boots against the cobblestone path, to the statue of his father, where he fell to his knees and began to pray, then meditate. As he did such, a cracking sound could be heard that jerked him back to reality, sword drawn, and ready to strike at anything that moved. He looked upon the statue of his father, the source of the noise and stared, blankly and stupified, as it seemed the noise was coming from the shield itself.
As he walked around behind the statue it was obvious that a considerably large egg laid between the statue's legs behind the shield, and had apparently been there his entire trip, basking and maturing in the heat of the garden on the hot statue's surface. Even in the coldest of time's it was said that the former king's power still resonated so fiercely within the heart of his castle, that the tower would emit steam into the air, as it would stay hot to the touch all year 'round. Syrus carefully approached the egg and touched it's surface. Lo' and behold, it was like metal to the touch, and as a tiny beak began to peck through it's surface it was a wonder how the thing did ever manage to break from such a small little thing. He reached, and with a small amount of difficulty pulled down upon the crack, shearing off a large piece of the egg and revealing a baby phoenix, small and spindly, with iris' of alternating black and gold strips and pupils that shone bright white for a short time, then returned to black as they stared upon the man. Without warning, it took it's first flight and circled into the air, touching the tip of the former king's sword with it's small feet before coming to rest on Sy's left shoulder, where it's tail would cascade across his right side and wrap around his waist for comfort. It spoke but three words to Sy, as he himself was without words, and there were only three words that the phoenix could say at this point.
" I am Dyami. "
Syrus took the phoenix as his own, and would, with pride, bear what, without knowledge of Syrus, was the offspring of Qadash. Qadash, the white phoenix, was the offspring of both Kaos, and Naos. Though it was unclear to even the gods who the second parent was. It was as if, not only was this baby a god, but a miracle. And the first of the god's family who would live among man, watching over, and being watched over by Syrus, who had attained the blessing of the white phoenix through his proposal of marriage to Amethyst. Though if the the egg had been here this long, it seemed that they were fated to be together. It was a good day in the kingdom of Algeroth on Syrus' first day back.