Guardian of the Dawn
(Song of the Daughter Who Stands Between Ashes and Light)
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A Call from Mother Earth
That day, the wind on the fields was as gray as ashes, the rivers of the homeland no longer sang, and the ancient roofs were submerged in the darkness of the Queen's power.
From the misty gorges and the sound of stone bells, she emerged - Guardian of the Dawn.
Without a title, without a throne, she bore only the Sword of Resurrection, a blade forged from the steel of a meteor and the light of the first dew.
A Fire in the Night
The Queen, who wore a crown of bones, who turned the battlefield into a blood sacrifice, had built a black wall over her homeland.
She - a lone figure - crept through the darkness, like a hawk among crows, each slash of her sword cutting through the thick fog of fear.
With each step, she fought not only against the Queen's soldiers, but also against the doubt that bled in her heart.
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The Oath by the River of Blood
Under a moon as red as dry copper, she met Tumrlbass – the exiled general, who kept the blood of the lost dynasties.
Amid the smell of rusted iron and smoke, they exchanged vows:
“When the banner of freedom flies again on the white tower, I will give you the throne, and I will return quietly to the wind and the distant roads.”
The Siege of Dawn
The battle lasted thirty nights, and the last night was a storm.
The Queen’s army poured out like a flood, but the Guardian was an unbroken arrow.
She broke through the gates, her sword gleaming like the sun in the black sky, and the people’s cries echoed from every corner:
“For freedom! For the motherland!”
The Throne Returned
As the first light of dawn poured over the square, the Queen fell at the feet of the stone statues of her ancestors.
The Guardian did not sit on the throne, as she had sworn, she knelt down and handed the sword to Tumrlbass.
The people knelt down, not out of fear, but out of respect. The one who disappeared into legend
The next day, when the city celebrated, she had left.
Only a legend remained, told through the generations:
About a nameless female guardian who returned the sky to the birds, returned the land to the rice, and returned the throne to the worthy.
People say that when the homeland is again plunged into darkness, she will return, with the Sword of Resurrection…
I will rewrite it into a complete 9-part epic, with battles, palace intrigue, metaphysical elements, and legendary layers of meaning.
This structure will have both an epic atmosphere and a long song sung through many generations.
The Song of the Guardian of Dawn (Song of the Girl Standing Between Ashes and Light)
The Motherland is Bound
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For thousands of years, the homeland was a land of green fields and silver rivers, where the light of dawn flooded into every corner.
But then Queen Aserath appeared – a humanoid incarnation of Ylthara, an ancient being born from the darkness between the stars.
Under her rule, the sky turned to lead, the rivers to blood, and the fields to writhing grass.
The throne was transformed into a sacrificial altar, where every moon, the souls of the people were sacrificed to Ylthara to maintain the Queen’s power.
The Woman from the Northern Forest
From the far north, through the silver mists, the nameless guardian stepped forth.
No one knew where she was born – some said she was the daughter of a fallen rebel general, others that she was a “Son of the Dawn” sent by the Sun God.
She carried the Sword of Resurrection – a sword forged from a meteorite that fell during an eclipse, its blade engraved with an ancient spell that only the chosen could read.
The Forgotten Prophecy
In a ruined temple, she met Tumrlbass, an exiled warrior.
He bore a long scar running from his shoulder to his chest – the mark of the “Bloodline of Light” that once ruled this land.
Tumrlbass told her the ancient prophecy
“When the one who wears the bone crown falls, the light will give power to the true blood.
But the one who kills him will not remain on the throne.”
After hearing this, she only smiled, as if she had known this all along.
The underground fire in the black palace
While she was still roaming the battlefield, conspiracies arose in the heart of the city.
The lords forced to kneel by the Queen gradually formed secret alliances.
Some secretly sent letters to Tumrlbass, promising to open the city gates if the rebels came.
But in the darkness, the Dead Spirits – the servants of Ylthara – crept into the minds of the lords, sowing suspicion, turning allies into traitors.
Seventeen battles of swords
She led her small army like the shadow of a hawk through the fortresses.
Seventeen battles, seventeen new scars, and seventeen times her blade was stained with blood and sunlight.
It is said that on the tenth night, she faced the Shadowless Legion, warriors who were only solid smoke, uncut by ordinary steel.
Only when she carved the ancient spell on the Longsword into the air did they crumble to silver ash.
The Siege of Dawn
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The rebels surrounded the Black Palace on a moonless night.
Tumrlbass led a charge from the west, and she – like lightning – broke through from the east.
The sound of horns and war drums echoed across the plains.
The walls fell like rotting bones, and the people inside erupted in cheers, shattering the decades-long silence.
The final battle and the Queen's death
In the Great Hall of Shadows, she and the Queen faced each other.
Queen Aserath was no longer human – four long arms, eyes burning like coals, and a voice that echoed like a hundred screaming souls.
The battle lasted a lifetime, each slash tearing through the air.
As the Resurrection Longsword pierced Aserath's chest, a burst of light erupted, and her body turned to black ash and vanished into nothingness.
The throne was returned
The next dawn, the first light of the city.
She knelt before Tumrlbass, handed over the sword, and said:
"Power does not belong to me, but to the blood chosen by the earth."
Tumrlbass ascended the white throne, but the crown on his head was as light as a promise than a power.
She disappeared into legend
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When the people celebrated, she had disappeared.
Some said she returned to the northern forest, others said she went toward the setting sun, seeking other lands that were swallowed by darkness.
On the stone tablet erected in the square, there was only one line engraved:
"When the darkness returns, the Guardian of the Dawn will appear with the sword of the falling star." Title Under the Red Sun
When the last drumbeats of war died down in the Red Chains Square, when blood and morning mist swirled into a silver mist, the people saw her – the Guardian Goddess – standing beside the white throne.
Tumrlbass, the new king of the Soarl Dynasty, sat there not as a ruler, but as one entrusted with a responsibility by the motherland itself. He raised the Sword of Resurrection, engraved with the words of appointment:
“You – who have driven the darkness from this land, who have returned me to the throne – shall henceforth bear the title of Queen Guardian Tumrlbass, Protector of the Soarl Sanctuary, Sword of the Dawn.”
The people’s cries rose like waves. White flags embroidered with the crest of a red phoenix fluttered from all the towers. Children threw flowers, warriors banged their shields, and the bronze bells of the twelve temples echoed across the plains.
But she, despite her new title, still kept the gaze of a traveler in her eyes. Because in her heart she knew that the Soarl Dynasty would one day face another challenge, and when that time came, the oath of protection would lead her out of the northern mists.
From that day on, history books recorded:
“The first year of the Soarl Dynasty opened under the protection of the Imperial Guardian Tumrlbass – who was both the shadow of the sword and the dawn of the dynasty.”
