Darius, Brave Prince Darius

By Darius, Brave Bard Darius (No Relation)

Glenn Jordan

From the harsh, frigid North hailed handsome Darius–Brave Prince Darius. He was the most beloved prince in all the land. In matters of martial might, there was none who could compare. Though second born, and undestined for the throne, far and wide as a hero he’d be known. Enter now. Come, most fateful day. First, by fair maiden Vanessa he’d be challenged by blade, And, with his swift victory, he had no cause for dismay.

Hark! Sweet irony! A cause to dismay?

‘Gainst Wolf-skinned assassins to arms flew Darius—Brave Prince Darius.

Silver steel flashed as he struck with his blade.

Down fell foul plots that poisoned the land. Home’s most hated enemies, of a momentary weakness they’d known. For on that day, the guards were away. The eldest prince took part in a ceremony of import without compare.

Fearful retaliation! Such fright without compare!

A quest to the far North? The warriors knew naught but dismay.

Without expected aid, Darius—Brave Prince Darius volunteered—let it be known. “I will go!” shouted Darius—Brave Prince Darius. “To the frigid North! I shall tame again this land. Now, come, brave warriors, with me and pledge your blades!”

Ambush! And Capture! In death-games sang his blade! Assailed from all sides, wracked by pain with no compare! Taken and beaten, he escaped the wolfmen’s land.

Darius, Brave Prince Darius

Glenn Jordan

Now, kept by only small company, he would smile without dismay, “Keep heart, my friends, a dark truth revealed, these wolves have a master. There is a witch to slay.” So sayeth Darius—Brave Prince Darius.

From dark, dreary winter, to sweet summer’s day, the frigid north would soon be freed and joy again known.

Traveling ever Northward, a lost tribe became known. Home of fair maiden Francesca, who in Fate’s twist, pledged him her blade. “This foul land must be saved, and I will do what I must,” sayeth Darius—Brave Prince Darius. The lands of the Witch were dangerous, a danger to which a wolf could not compare. If not for his bravery, they would dismay. Each step resolved Darius—Brave Prince Darius to heal this sick land.

At long last, he faced the witch, the plague upon the land. Of Brave Prince Darius’s might the Witch would now know. The song of his blade healed the land from dismay. With life-risked strike, he used the Witch-cursed blade.

The screams of the Witch, most foul, caused a chill so cold that not even frost could compare, Cursed lands and Wolfmen cured by Darius—Brave Prince Darius.

A Hero’s welcome he would ignore. To leave and protect the Witch-cursed Blade, Into the wilderness he went, but that is a story less exciting by compare.

Thus goes the first story of Darius—Brave Prince Darius.