Come to Me, Da`len (Merrill)

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