# Glies Manuscript _Special Thanks to [[Books]] for transcibing from [The Silver Star](The%20Silver%20Star.md)_ # Blood of my blood, the stranger has come home And with the blood of The Stranger flows, secrets yet unknown The exile sought, its fate determined The winds thirteen have blown, paths are followed, to waves unknown Crossed to the west, a trial of five, Such is the authors path to strive, Broken and lost, my shattered self, So it is hidden, the land of the elves, A light was given, Sacred in might, Forbidden were its secrets, hidden from sight, Impossible tasks, hope given flight, Rage, Rage against the coming of the night. Stars fallen, time tracked, seals broken, 4 becomes 5, a time for ambition, 5 becomes 6, ambition to wisdom, It shall begin with the blood of The Ozen.