Faroene is one of the principal Heroes within my literal world, Malmaxa. She is also a Warrior, for within Malmaxa no gender distinction exists in the definition of Hero.<\/p>\n
On Twitter, someone asked Faroene to \u201cexplain to me exactly what the heck you are<\/em>\u201d. ~ Faroene<\/strong> ~<\/em> Initially some of Faroene\u2019s poem might seem confusing. If you wish to understand Faroene\u2019s plight and witness her truths, I encourage you to read \u201cBeltamar\u2019s War<\/a>\u201d, it is the first novel in my Epic Fantasy saga, Malmaxa. Fantasy proves an excellent cover for Philosophy, for within the realms of the fantastic, readers willingly consider thoughts they would never dare dream.<\/p>\n Should you read my work, and have any questions for Faroene, don\u2019t hesitate to ask her on Twitter where you can follow her as @Faroene<\/a>. She will answer you in character, however she will not provide any spoilers.\u00a0 Why?\u00a0 Because Faroene has no knowledge of forthcoming events.\u00a0 Faroene is a Warrior, not a Sage – that role is filled by Liaju, whom Faroene has yet to meet.\u00a0 Should you frame a question to Faroene, please be gentle.\u00a0 To her,\u00a0 her world is real – it is ours that seems strange.<\/p>\n
\nThe poem below is Faroene\u2019s response, in character, and in her words. As the author, I merely serve as the conduit between Faroene and the reader.<\/p>\n
\n ~<\/em>
\n My legs are long, my feet are fleet,<\/em>
\n I\u2019ll use their speed, my fate to meet,<\/em>
\n my arms are strong, my swordhand swift,<\/em>
\n boons granted by my Chukrah\u2019s gift,<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Like blood, my hair is red, my Soul deep, yet blue,<\/em>
\n for recently my heart has been torn in two,<\/em>
\n a man other than my match I met,<\/em>
\n and into my heart, his love hath crept.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n When comfort in his embrace I took,<\/em>
\n my Soul free from its cage he shook,<\/em>
\n into passion pure and dark I looked,<\/em>
\n such all-abiding love cannot be mistook.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n I wonder if our love the Gods enraged,<\/em>
\n for when in Ancient Conflict we last engaged,<\/em>
\n into Eternity\u2019s book they scribed a sad, new page,<\/em>
\n for such is a Warrior\u2019s lot, and such our wage.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n My one true love the Gods laid dead,<\/em>
\n I held him, teary eyes, heart sore,<\/em>
\n till the last Soul tingle to his Chukrah fled,<\/em>
\n as he departed, into Death\u2019s dark maw.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n And thus does my true love lie lost,<\/em>
\n Within Malmaxa\u2019s walls, I\u2019ll bear honor\u2019s cost,<\/em>
\n A Warrior I am, proud, and true,<\/em>
\n So in Malmaxa, to my match,<\/em>
\n my truths,<\/em>
\n I’ll tell,<\/em>
\n I must.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em><\/p>\n