Folk Art of Dre’far’s Tree, Legendary place in Ma’aleca’andran History.
Sprintchling’s Rhyme, circa unknown.
There are many battles and wars, and this is the tale of one of them.
Long ago, in an age now past, was the battle of Dre’far; for then it
was that the strangers of Orange skin and Blood red hair
came unto Ma’aleca’andra and did lay upon her fair and dusty breast
yes for they were searching ever and always for that which could not
ever searching and hunting in their lust for war
came they then these Strangers of Orange and Blood
with Green eyes that glowed in the night as the Stars do in the Sky
came they then to Ma’aleca’andra
and brought with them they
War and Death
Plague and Famine
these the Unwanted Guests were brought by the Strangers to
And what to be done but nothing?
we did not fight, then
and so thusly was much suffering brought upon the people
until one day
Gu’yario took one of her Pure Souls, from her Nave
and did give it the name
Dre’far, meaning strong-brave-good son
placed by her was he in the aching lands of Ma’aleca’andra
and rose he up from the depths of the Burned Lands
and rose with him came the ones who would fight
Red, Green, Yellow, White
came they then to the Field of Battle
came they with Stave, and Sword, and Song, and Drum
came they with Cord, and Bow, and Flame, and Rage
came they with Gods, and Law, and Word, and Deed
and fought they for six and six and six and ten days
and rested they for one
and fought they again for eight and six and eight and ten days
and rested they for none
and when they were done, The Strangers left Ma’aleca’andra
ne’er to return.
But they had marked the Colors of Ma’aleca’andra
and so Red and Green and Yellow and White fought
but Dre’far loved all those who had followed him into battle
and so he did not fight
and so he left the Colors, ne’er to return
and his family left with him
and his house left with him
and he lived to be a thousand years old
for to see
he died of wounds inflicted in battle
so his children took him
so they took him to a sacred place and prayed
so they prayed for ten-thousand days
and Spoke they to the Gods
and Heard were they
for the body and mind and Soul-stone of Dre’far
were lifted and arisen into the flesh and form of a Mighty Tree
and thusly did Dre’far live for a thousand years.
Nothing lasts forever, not even immortality.
For to see
in the thousand years of Dre’far’s life
did the Colors grow embittered and afraid of his children
for strong were they
and long lived were they
beloved their children did they for few did they have
and all were equal in their eyes because all are children of H’ronmeer and Gu’yario
thusly did the Colors come to hate and fear the children of Dre’far
thusly did the Colors come to hate and fear the Houses of Dre’far
thusly did the Colors come to hate and fear the beholden of Ouros
and so did they
take Flame from H’ronmeer’s Armory
so did they take Flame from H’ronmeer’s Armory
and set that Flame in the Walls of Dre’far’s house
did Flame bring the walls down
and thusly was Dre’far killed again.
He will not again return, for his children
His children and House and Houses and God
Are gone, as is he.
Thusly came the first War of Colors.
One of the Only Surviving Fragments of the Scroll of Dag’sa, who was Burned for heresy two hundred years ago.