Adolescence

[Narrator]
Harvest day, Crown Hill - 10 years later

[Shalim]
Slip my tunic on and move along the hill
It’s summertime, Gonna go and find the man Illys
Residing in the east end of the village
I could either try to hitch a chariot ride
Or go and make the pilgrimage on foot
It’s good I choose the latter ‘cause the ladies on my way
Across town with their giggles and their laughter
Love to have a quick chat or on most days a lot more
But not right now, I’m heading out to the forge
To see if I can catch a glimpse of what is going on
Like why the King is acting odd and soldiers sing the songs
Illys and his father Magnus sometimes saw the right and
The wrong even fortnights before they came to spawn

[Narrator]
He strolls along

[Shalim]
I stroll along without a single care in my bones
Or the whole wide land of Vabaria
Distracted by the Jubilee of Harvest day
I almost forgot to grab some berries at the market place

[Narrator]
Swordfish in a tributary
Old soul composed floats carefree

[Shalim]
Occupying upper echelons
Alpha certified local folk mecca don

[Narrator]
Hammerhead in a tributary
Soul visionary, gets waved through preliminaries

[Shalim]
Clearly in control, uppermost of echelons
Mecca don! One step beyond

[Narrator]
Blue fin tuna in a tributary
Grace of a god but a temper that’s incendiary

[Shalim]
Legendary kid strictly upper echelon
Etched in stone for the record, the mecca don

[Narrator]
Sure shot mythical material in crown hill
Even known to give the townspeople council
The poor get bled in the same old cycle
He scrawls haikus, son don’t trifle
Step to shalim catch a boulder to the shoulder blades
Surefire way to say your welcome has been overstayed
Once rhymed his confession to the hail
And known to hold is own in a session on the ale

[Shalim]
Who’s this swift talking man on a bale of hay?
Telling myths speaking cryptic of later days
Hypnotizing all my peers who can’t break the gaze
And I’m amazed in the same way that they are
How can they be standing there in awe?

[Narrator]
He doesn’t understand

[Shalim]
And I don’t really care or wanna waste time with it
Still trying to pay the town blacksmith a visit
What? You talking to me?
Well how would you know?
I didn’t choose our King!
Why don’t you let them make up their own mind?
Man forget it!
I’m out of here, I’ve heard enough, save your breath
A major peg in my sandal this latest trend
Of preaching incohesively to chickens who can’t lay and egg
I’m taking it to heart although I’m trying harder to forget

[Narrator]
No sooner than he sets foot in the smithy, illys starts bubbling
Extremely animated even by his own excitable standards
Barely able to contain it
He should keep it under wraps, but they had just received an order
From the royal armed guard to the tune of nearly ten thousand swords
At a moon cycles turnaround
This could mean only one thing
The culmination of a decade’s rabble-rousing and meticulous manipulation
Finally coming to fruition
The eve of battle was upon them