Ailment

Pt. 1 - Despair

Ages ago a terrible disease Has fallen upon Nallencia. It's called different names: Crux, Devish and the Ailment Are only some of them. At first no symptoms show, But soon blue patches appear On one's skin showing it's spores. In week notice they turn black As victims freeze from inside out, After a month of suffering Only an ice statue is left, With a terrified face. The disease struck right after The Great War with Abrasia ended, Leaving the by then weak nation, Weeping is despair. But... A Traveler from afar arose Telling tales of a land Bathed in warm light Where frost never comes by. Quickly the Council declares: 'A party shall set out with the Traveler To this Wonder-Land to learn, Of the Power that forbids cold from it, So it may help to abolish the disease That befell on the people.' As the Council enunciated, A party of brave adventurers Has been formed. Thanks to our Lord help They've been equipped. So they departed, Full of Faith and Hope, To free their people, From the shackles of frost.

Pt. 2 - Hope

A new world full of adventure,

Ready to be explored

With friends of virtue.

Peaceful plains

With lots of names,

Full of life,

Of all size.

Winding rivers

Shimmering with silvers,

Jumping carp,

Bear's delight,

The circle of life.

Dreamy highlands,

Magnificent badlands,

Stony pillars,

Dream of carvers.

Lush forests,

Colorful groves.

Soaring peaks,

Snaking creeks,

A narrow pass,

Deep crevasse.

Ancient ruins ready to be explored,

By brave pioneers without remorse.

But our adventurers have no interest in that.

To the first they meet they tip off their hats,

And ask for the secret of this no-ice land,

They didn't know it but they advised,

To ask the elder who know the future and past.

Adventurers followed his advice,

They found the center of the village

Where a cathedral rose.

The elders welcomed them

Happy to tell the story

Of their people's genesis.

A group of friends founded this city,

And friendship lives in it ever since.

For the destination ain't important,

It's friends we meet that cure us from Ailment.

With the knowledge they collected,

The adventurers prepared for return.

Pt. 3 - Truth

They were attacked

On their way back,

In the land of Zirack

Known as The Brat.

He said to them:

'I'll tell you a riddle,

If none of you guess,

You will moress.

What's the meaning of Life?'

The first adventurer

Said right away:

'I know the answer,

I read it somewhere,

It's forty two - the number.'

'You are wrong,

It's no more than

A shtick from a book.'

After some thought,

The second one spoke:

'The answer is to live happy,

To enjoy it, help others with that.'

'That is wrong.'

Zirack said,

'I carry the question

Onto you, last fool'

The third adventurer stood ablaze,

'I will not fall for your trick!

There is no answer,

As Life is not a question.

It has neither meaning nor point,

You only seek it's completion'

'You are correct,

You earned my respect.

You're free to go,

Just tell me before,

What in my land you sought?'

So they told him of their quest,

To fulfill his request.

They returned home,

To rejoice of all.

Their story galloped,

Through the country whole,

People showering in the bliss,

Of knowing a cure for the disease.