Storm Born
By Kelsey Hale

Years ago, the rising sun welcomed a babe,
Destined for greatness, Pelor’s chosen.

She grew in a humble village by the sea,
Worked with the land, reaped water treasures.

The maiden matured with a mane of hair,
Gentle with her touch, graceful in her step.

A dark cloud descended upon the ocean town,
Weapons that inflicted pain, fires erased memories.

The maiden awoke among ashes and soot,
Blood throbbing from her head, a charcoal home.

Smoke burns her throat as she cried out,
Tears of confusion, a past burned away.

She turned her back on the sea in flight,
The water looked angry, the land seemed safe.

In her forest wanderings she was found,
By men of Honor, warriors of the sun.

The Solar Knights of Pelor welcomed her,
Gave her a family she lost, a life forgotten.

She trained and learned along with the squires,
Wielding a sword, gained wisdom of justice.

She was seen as a lady amongst the Knights,
Countess of Pelor, Lady of Brilliant Hair.

She was dubbed ‘Contessa’ by her new family,
But chose simple Tessa, meaning dim like her past.

Late one night as maiden Tessa slept,
A man appeared in her dreams, a man of flames.

“Arise, young Tessa, Unjustly your past was eradicated,
By My will, you shall enforce my Justice.”

With a start, she awoke, unsure if her dream were true,
At her feet, lay a suit of armor and a sword.

She donned her armor that was made for her,
Wielding her sword, she set out for Odwen for the Glory of Pelor.