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I was born in hills of Nevarra, where the wild winds never sleep
Third of magic, marked by starlight, bound by promises we keep
Given young to keepers' shadows, to a clan I barely knew
At four years old I learned goodbye, and how the old gods watch you
But I walked, and I stumbled, and I bled on stranger stones
And I learned that even children hear the voices in the bones
Come to me, da'len, follow in the dark
Hear the ancient whisper beating like a spark
Fear will hold you trembling, but strength is quiet too
I was only Merrill then, but I already knew
Sundermount with Keeper near me, cold and breathing like a tomb
Mist like fingers pulling softly, drawing hearts toward their doom
Voices in my dreams grew louder, loneliness beneath the sun
Saying come, child, I remember when your people still were one
And I tripped, and I faltered, tried to hide the blood I shed
But the Keeper only nodded — "keep your wits about you, child," she said
Come to me, da'len, step without a sound
Hear the ghosts of ages buried in the ground
Fear will make you fragile, but truth is fragile too
I was only Merrill then, but I already knew
In the ruin, in the chamber
Stood a Keeper, fierce and tall
I was shaking, small and curious
At the demon in the wall
It begged knowledge, begged for mercy
Promised all our past returned
But the wise know what is poison
When the young ones only yearn
"I bore witness to the fall... all this could be yours."
Oh, how the voice was shining
But the Keeper turned
So I turned too
Come to me, da'len, echoes in the deep
I will hear them all my life, singing in my sleep
I am gentle, I am frightened — but there's fire in me too
I was only Merrill then... but I already knew
Born to wander, born to listen
Born to pick at ancient scars
Some are chosen, some are given
Some just follow distant stars