The Akir’Ischa Chronicles

Chronicle Pt. X

Known with her task, she was not experienced in it. With the previous Chronicler gone, all she could do was learn from the slabs and her mistakes. Claws chipped easily upon the rock, her annoyance grew with the rules imposed upon her, but she knew she had to persevere. With every passing of the moons, her claws became harder, her patience enduring, until the slabs yielded and allowed her entrance.
 
In the heart of the territory where her tribe roamed,
a dragoness, now deemed wise and deeply honed.
Became a chronicler, her purpose clear,
to accept fate and no longer fear.
 
Unbeknownst to her, her timing divine,
for the tribe was in turmoil, a steep incline.
Confrontations rampant, morale low,
the last Chronicler’s departure, a grievous blow.
 
But she, with her claws sharper than the stone,
chronicled tales that should be known.
Etching into slabs, the stories of time,
capturing moments, weaving rhyme.
Each etching a narrative spun,
recording the journey of the moons and sun.
The ebb and flow of life’s endless dance,
inscribed with precision, every chance.
 
The slabs once again became a sacred space,
where conflicts converged, finding peace and grace.
Resolution found amidst the strife,
guided by the Chronicler of this tribe.
 
Yet in her role, a solitude did grow,
for a chronicler’s life with no kin in tow.
Was not meant to blend with family ties,
but for now she found solace in the skies.
 
Amidst the tribe, she found her peace,
her heart content, her worries ceased.
With each stroke of her claw, she felt complete,
inscribed in history, her legacy sweet.
 
So she lived her days, in harmony’s grace,
a guardian of time, in her sacred space.
For being a Chronicler, was her fate,
and in that destiny, she found her state.
 
Seasons passed, life felt good once again. Her memories, although some written in stone, became distant as they were replaced by knowledge, but her heart held a place for one to share her life with. Unable to leave the slabs, she sighed and yearned. The galaxies above her as her only companions. As the season of sounds found its way once again into her life, the morning sun touching the top of the slabs and the rays warming her body, she made the decision and took to the sky.
 
For the dragoness knew, her story did not end,
in another life, her spirit would ascend.
She’d rise again, amidst the galaxies and stars,
to continue her battle, to embrace this life’s scars.

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