This secret too your people know,
For they have hinted at it so.
Some men of Hevel ages past
Would leave their homes to pray and fast,
Ascend to Kathekontos tall
Where they'd keep watch on fortress wall,
To volunteer on their retreat
From noise and speed of city street.
And there they would behold the sight
Of distant lands and darkest night,
And understand how small appeared
The daily matters they had feared.
And then returning they would find
Themselves with humor, glad, and kind.
But those of Aidos didn't hold
The same tradition from of old.
Instead a secret would they keep,
With implications broad and deep:
No knowledge, power, wealth, or praise
Nor journey lasting many days
Is needed to begin again
To forge the strongest bonds of men,
Of friendship, trust, and then above
All spirits' powers, bonds of love.
The woodland men forgot this fact,
Seduced by spirits not to act,
And sought on journeys new to start,
And failed to listen to the heart.
So darkness came, and evil powers,
And they sought not amidst the towers
The key to fighting spirits right:
That after day then comes the night,
That daily labor ends in rest,
That daily each retakes the test.
Though each may struggle for a name,
At end and start is peace and shame.
Then I knew and now you know
Do not afar aseeking go;
You need not travel any length
To find within a stronger strength.
EDIT: For a little more lore, see
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