The World of 'The Inheritance' Universe

The Lamentations of the Fallen

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(Sung beneath the eclipsed moons by the Silent High Witch)

“And when pride crowned the heavens, the first gods were swallowed by their own echoes.”

Verse I – The Quiet Before the Cry

  1. The Veils grew thin as thread, for creation had grown heavy with remembrance.
  2. The gods looked down upon their towns and saw themselves reflected – small, flawed, and fading.
  3. In envy, they struck the mirror.
  4. The world cracked, and through the fracture leaked sorrow.
  5. For the first time, divinity felt hunger – not for worship, but for forgetting.
  6. And thus began the First Fall, when holiness yearned to die.

Verse II – The Grieving of Asimera

  1. Asimera, Weaver of Dawn, beheld the unraveling of her own creation.
  2. The threads that had once sung with life now tangled in shadow.
  3. She reached to mend them, but her hands burned away with guilt.
  4. Her voice became the wind that whispers before sunrise, mourning what light cannot save.
  5. The people of Aisley still hear her each morning – the sound of a goddess weeping into her own tapestry.
"I wove the world with mercy, and it
answered with flame."

Verse III – The Descent of Baelor

  1. Baelor, Lord of Wells, drowned himself in his own waters to forget the faces of the dead.
  2. His pearls turned black, his silence grew sharp.
  3. When the people of Baylee called to him, he did not answer.
  4. The wells grew dry, and in their emptiness echoed a single word: Remember.
  5. Those who listened too long were found smiling, drowned upon dry stone.
"Even silence hungers for its own echo."

Verse IV – The Storm of Caldris

  1. Cladris, the Iron Wing, raised his hammer against the heavens.
  2. He declared judgment upon himself and struck until his forge became thunder.
  3. The lightning turned inward; the sky collapsed like a lung pierced by its own breath.
  4. The storm has never ceased since, for justice cannot forgive its maker.
"The sky remembers every strike of regret."

Verse V – The Slumber of Divyne

  1. Divyne, Perfumed Mirage, lay herself to sleep within her own dream.
  2. She erased her name from all mirrors, and the mirrors rejected in blindness.
  3. Her temples crumbled into vapor; her followers breathed her dust and called it worship.
  4. None have woken her since, yet all who dream belong to her still.
"Her sleep is the heartbeat of illusion."

Verse VI – The Root of Elvyine Bleeds

  1. Elvyine’s trees began to rot from within, their silver sap darkening to grief.
  2. He sang to them, but his song carried no light.
  3. In despair, he buried his own crown beneath the soil – the forest took it as seed.
  4. Now it grows as thorns around his heart, whispering the names of those who never returned.
"He who feeds life must one day feed death."

Verse VII – The Silence of Freyara

  1. Freyara’s choir fell to earth when her song reached its final note.
  2. Their wings shattered into white dust, coating the fields of Freyara like ash.
  3. The wind no longer carries her melody, only its echo.
  4. The sun rises muted, ashamed of its own light.
"Heaven itself cannot bear the sound of
perfect undone."

Verse VIII – The Burial of Gasfayne

  1. Gasfayne sealed himself in the mountain’s heart, his hammer still warm.
  2. The miners who dug too deep found only a wall of cooling breath.
  3. They say the mountain hums when it remembers him – low and tired, like an old prayer.
  4. His fire still burns, unseen, keeping the underworld alive.
"Labor never dies; it only sleeps in stone."

Verse IX – The Cloister of Huethel

  1. Huethel withdrew her voice from the stars.
  2. The night dimmed; confession ceased.
  3. The monks of Huetown found their tongues turned to dust.
  4. In perfect silence, they became divine – and thus, invisible.
"The ocean remembers what the gods
forget."

Verse X – The Drowning of Iotraea

  1. The sea rose to greet its master and found him unwilling to return.
  2. Iotraea cast his crown into the abyss, naming it the Second Moon.
  3. The waves mourn still, striking shores like fists of prayer.
"The ocean remembers what the gods
forget."

Verse XI – The Madness of Johnsnyr

  1. The Trickster found no joy in laughter, for every jest ended in truth.
  2. He shattered his masks, yet each shard bore his face anew.
  3. The people of Johnsny still dance in circles, chasing the joke he never finished.
"Even madness must laugh, lest it turn to
prophecy."

Verse XII – The Dimming of Kenttraea

  1. Kenttraea’s rivers grew still as glass.
  2. The Serpent-Moon coiled once around its gates, then vanished into mist.
  3. The witches gathered, whispering: “She sleeps beneath us now, listening”.
  4. The town’s heartbeat slowed – not to die, but to dream.
"The serpent never dies; it waits until it is
forgotten."

Verse XIII – The Chorus of the Lost

  1. Across the remaining towns. the gods withdrew like breath into winter.
  2. Freyara’s light waned; Quorra’s desert wept dust instead of flame.
  3. In Zakia, the Last Light flickered once – then silence fell absolute.
  4. Mortals looked upward and saw only their own reflections.
  5. The Veils folded closed, and heaven forgot how to speak.
"The stars remember the sorrow of their
own birth."

Verse XIV – The High Witch’s Lament

  1. I alone remember their faces.
  2. I have walked each ruined temple, gathered the dust of every fallen god.
  3. My hands smell of both prayer and decay.
  4. The serpent winds around my heart, whispering, “You too shall forget”.
  5. Yet I write, for words are the last refuge of the divine.
  6. If you read this, child of the Inheritance, then you have not yet failed.
"To mourn is to become what was
mourned."

Here the heavens collapse into elegy, and the High Witch begins to write by the light of what has died. The next book shall speak of the visions yet unfulfilled – the prophecies that burn within the coils of the Serpent-Moon.

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