Beautiful, noble eunuch Bagoas (the favorite of Alexander the Great) carrying the flag with the symbol "Faravahar".
A symbol of divinity, nobility, sun, good and royalty. Also, it was a symbol of the state religion of the Persian Empire: Zoroastrianism. Briefly, Zoroastrianism includes the worship of the Supreme God Ahura-Mazda, and the observance of the three rules: good thoughts, good words and good deeds, and observance of purity and honesty.

#Faravahar #Bagoas #warrior #text

"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know--one loves the sunset, when one is so sad . . ." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.

#LittlePrince #book #text

A violent stone statue rising in a rough lake.
It is said that immortal demons who threatened the world long ago were stoned by magic, and that life is still uninterrupted.
You can communicate by passing through a spirit.

#stone #statue #devil #demon #lake #text

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I want to hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well
I want to hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you've gone away
You've gone away
You don't feel me here anymore

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I want to hold you high, and steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I want to hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away
You don't feel me here anymore

#text #song #Seether #video #angel
Seether — Broken ft. Amy Lee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPC2Fp7IT7o

Now you all know
The bards and their songs
When hours have gone by
I'll close my eyes
In a world far away
We may meet again
But now hear my song
About the dawn of the night
Let's sing the bards' song

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow will take it away
The fear of today
It will be gone
Due to our magic songs

There's only one song
Left in my mind
Tales of a brave man
Who lived far from here
Now the bard songs are over
And it's time to leave
No one should ask you for the name
Of the one
Who tells the story

Tomorrow will take us away
Far from home
No one will ever know our names
But the bards' songs will remain
Tomorrow all will be known
And you're not alone
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain
They all will remain

In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind
These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men
And elves
Come close your eyes
You can see them too

"The Bard's Song - In The Forest" #BlindGuardian #text #flute #song #video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHIH5nEtgm4

Comment for art from the artist:

It is a concept art of a scene that a young shrine maiden is retrograded by taking in a fox of Inari.
I used a huge tree as a motif because I thought it was suitable for expressing the flow of time. Plants can include various information as symbols, such as growth degree, type and fruit condition, time, season and land filled with vitality (energy).

#text

“The Melodies” by Abolfazl Mohamadi

By Litracoria. Published on April 11, 2016.

I felt the most unimaginable speed seeping through every atom of my existence. I felt myself metamorphosed into sun rays bursting through the dents of the fluffy clouds scudding across a gray sky, then, I landed on an undisturbed pond of water. Metamorphosed into innumerable drops of water, I felt a melody welled-up in numerous cores of my spilt existence. Moments later I felt I was being raised and solidified, yes, each and every drop of me and the drops circling me were sculpted into a crystalline horse by the music spurting out of a violin lodged in the hands of a graceful young woman perching on the edge of a boat. She played and by that the watery horse trailed the boat across the pond.

I, Szpilman, the pianist was taken to the realm of gods when I drove the lance of pain inside me to my fingers and played the most painful melody as crisp for gods as the images of the moment my daughter burnt to a crisp.
In the divine realm my eyes lit on indescribable entities and a pillar at the center filled with glowing colors rising into sky. They told me my melody has shaken the pillar and I had to touch it so the melody inside me could transfer into color, since they had no purpose but one: to colomuse (play music and color) and fill the pillar.
My condition to touch was to see the image of my daughter in Paradise, accepted, I saw her, then I touched the pillar, then they told me I was a god because I had played a divine music. My melody had forged a universe in the hall of universes, gods sent me to that universe.

All alone in a universe dusted with silence, I shouted with a sharp churning agony, even a shout of me, the god turned pieces of rock into malignant demons. With the violin I played and created fair creatures. I witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, demons annihilated, and the last decision was to leave my world and play a melody sent from the archangel, this melody absorbed all the colors of my universe to my violin and turned me into a mortal, human. I abandoned my universe to the Earth, locked up all my memories in a book and left them in the hall of heights.
Some musicians found my memories and the violin after generations and. A savior, a girl was brought up to play this unimaginably fast melody which was the key to bring the colors back. But to colomuse, she had to plunge the bow of the violin through the heart of her beloved and absorb the only color, the red.

She did, colors returned, the melody made her a goddess. Upon entering the realm of the gods, she touched the pillar with one condition: to have me, to avenge.

One day, I was captured and thrown in her book of memories to witness her pains.

“The Melodies” by Abolfazl Mohamadi – 1st Place Winner
Flash Fiction Contest 2016 #text #book #TheMelodies #AbolfazlMohamadi

http://litracoria.com/the-melodies-by-abolfazl-mohamadi/

The Wanderer

When the world we live in feels too constrained, our eyes lift to the horizon. The endlessness of the world calls for us to depart from our lives and become a part of the unknown. In this space beyond the veil of the familiar, adventure awaits. A part of us never stopped existing in the wilderness. Advachiel guides us to rejoin the union. To seek for the sake of seeking. To live for the sake of life.
#text #fantasyInfo #Advachiel #angel #angelarium by #PeteMohrbacher

The Norns in Norse mythology (or Moirai - in Greek mythology) are female beings who rule the destiny of gods and men. They roughly correspond to other controllers of humans' destiny.

Their names are Urd, Verdandi and Skuld. They dwell within the Well of Urd beneath Yggdrasil, the great ash tree that stands at the center of the universe and holds the Nine Worlds in its branches and roots. They shape destiny by carving runes into the trunk of the tree, or, in some sagas and poems, by weaving destiny like a web or tapestry.

#text #fantasyInfo #mythology #witch #norns #moirai

Doom he shall bring to those who are not worthy.
Fire will rain upon his enemies.
Planets will vanish.
No one is save.
Invisible he is.
Only the unworthy will be able to take a glance,
but once you stare into his eyes, your existence is no more.
A trader of souls. He feasts on life and he won't stop until there is nothing left.

As a matter of fact, the Universe will be doomed, for he is the devil himself.
Creating a new world is his desire.

#mithandoluk #devil #lucifer #satan #demon #wings #text #fantasyInfo

Chernobog (Black God, Black Serpent) - the main antagonist in the mythology of the ancient Slavs. He was considered to be an allegory of everything dark in the world and people.

He was born in the impenetrable gloom of Underwold after Svarog had forged the universe. He had no father, no mother, only shadows, and echoes of the most secret desires of the first living beings became his parents. He appeared in the world as the embodiment of absolute evil, as the conciliar spirit of the most cruel human instincts and dark sparks of divine radiance. And there was no other goal for Chernobog except destruction.

All the creatures of underwold are obeying Chernobog - dark spirits, aspids, manticores, basilisks and other evil spirits. This god has unique abilities in terms of magic, which in combination with immeasurable physical strength makes him an extremely dangerous creature. Chernobog brought to the world such characters of ancient Russian folklore as Viy, Koschei and Goryn Zmeevich.

Chernobog is an obvious allegorization of the dark side of the personality of each of us. He is incredibly strong, he is practically invincible, however, without the evil of the existence of the world is impossible. Its polarity, its double-valuedness is the basis of the harmony of the universe.

#text #mythology #slavic #witchcraft #Chernobog #god

I've seen the story
I've read it over once or twice
I said that you say
A little bit of bad advice
I've been in trouble
Happened to me all of my life
I've lied and you lie
And who would get the sharpest knife
#text #robinhood

The Alkonost is, according to Russian mythos and folklore, a creature with the body of a bird but the head of a beautiful woman. It makes sounds that are amazingly beautiful, and those who hear these sounds forget everything they know and want nothing more ever again. She lives in the underworld with her counterpart the sirin. The alkonost lays her eggs on a beach and then rolls them into the sea. When the alkonost's eggs hatch, a thunderstorm sets in and the sea becomes so rough that it becomes impossible to traverse.
#text #Alkonost #mythology #slavic #fantasyInfo

Agni - God of Fire

Glory to you oh Agni! chief priest of sacrfice! the divine the ministrant, who presents the oblations to the Gods and is possessor of great wealth!

Agni is one of the most important deities in the Pantheon of Gods from Indian Mythology, though he is one the most underplayed as well in the current era.
Agni not only signifies the elemental fire, but he is also the spiritual fire that makes the cosmos work, in fact the Vedas give an Idea as to Agni being the creator of the universe as well as its destroyer.
Agni is called Vaisvanara which really means "universal man" but in the later scriptures this epithet of Agni has been downplayed into the fire that digests our food.
Agni is also called Jatavedas for he knows all and is omniscient!

In the Rig-Veda he is described as having three heads, three legs, seven arms, four horns, seven tongues and flaming hair.

#text #mythology #Agni #God #Fire

Flesh to ash, bones to dust
Let sand pull back to wretched teeth and let the heavens rain dry
Fill thy heart with scorn, o genius of dust
Let thy touch wash over our sins
We submit to the end
#text #angelarium #dust #angel #Suphlatus by #PeteMohrbacher

Rangda is the demon queen of the leyaks in Bali, according to traditional Balinese mythology. Terrifying to behold, the child-eating Rangda leads an army of evil witches against the leader of the forces of good — Barong. The battle between Barong and Rangda is featured in a Barong dance which represents the eternal battle between good and evil.
#Rangda #demon #text #fantasyInfo

— John: [gazing the moon and stars] So… what do you think they really are? The stars, I mean.
— River: I… I've never told anyone, but… I've always though they were lighthouses. Billions of lighthouses…stuck at the far end of the sky.
— John: Wow, it must be so lively up there.
— River: But it isn't. [John looks to River for a beat] They can see all the other lighthouses out there, and they want to talk to them. But they can't, because they're all too far apart to hear what the others are saying. All they can do…is shine their lights for afar. …So that's what they do. They shine their lights at the other lighthouses, and at me.
— John: Why you?
— River: Because one day... I'm going to befriend one of them.

#text #ToTheMoon #game

"There has never been a time without unicorns. We live forever! We are as old as the sky, old as the moon! We can be hunted, trapped; we can even be killed if we leave our forests, but we do not *vanish*. Am I truly the last?" / 'The Last Unicorn' P.S. Beagle
#text #quote #book #TheLastUnicorn #Beagle

The quite air and empty stairways were an easy give away that this place was long forgotten, and yet despite the passage of time the archetecture had endured. Erebus had circled past the cliff face many times already. His white scales shimmerering as snow as the light began to fade on another longing day of empty searching. and after his final pass by he had decided the area seemed safe and stable enough to land on a small balcony outcropping. As he slowly glided in towards his destinationt the true magesty of the large monistary became all the more real to him. The cliff face itself was daunting in size, and yet the monistary had conqured it, its very foundations digging into the verticall masses of rock, and bending it to its will. Gently, Steadily the white wyvern narrowed in, being cautious that perhaps the stability of the structure was less than it seemed, but as he touched his clawed legs to the floor of the balcony all doubt was washed away. It was quite here. Calm. And oddly peacefull for an abandoned structure of its size. Peering in throught the doorway erebus was certain that this place was not one that had been disturbed for many years, the stories of what had happened or how it became the lonely palace it was now locked away within the stone and clay walls, never to be told. This. This was the place. Ever since he had become this, he had found no source of comfort or true acceptance amoung dragons or humans alike, but this place. Its echoing halls called to him, simply another figure of creation calling for a troubled soul. This. This would be his home.
#Erebus #OC #wyvern #text by #KJfromColors

She returned to her hometown and was delighted with her colleagues and harvest, gathering together a number of warriors who were not involved in the looting and talked about the island they had plundered.

And she says.

"This is the revelation of Tor.
"Wherever we go, there are tremendous treasures and resources, and today's miracle is only the beginning, not the end."
"If we follow the revelation, we will become drunk with the gods of Valhalla."

#viking #warrior #axe #girl #shield #text
by #thaumazo