Slivius

Tales of Symphonia: Duel at Dawn Chapter four: “This isn't a field trip you know.” Lord Magister Leon was browsing through more of the merchandise. He was now paying attention to the name tags. He picked up a blade, which was formed in the shape of a circle, called a chakram, and then put it back down. He did the same with the sword that lay next to it, and the spear next to that one. They were all adorned with gems and gold, and had been taken out of the safe just for him. He then addressed the shopkeeper. “I was wondering,” he seemed to be looking for the right words, “if you, perchance, are in the possession

Sevastria was the name of this land Lost long before these ages Nothing now remains but sand And the memories within these pages The sun shone dim within those times For fog had covered all But behind the fog were blurred lines Of buildings fair and tall ~Slivius on Sevastria

A vestigian poem about the outside world: “The outside world is dark and cold And nothing there can be found of old Save crystal shard and shattered bone Not a single standing house of stone The plains have become a dangerous place, For they are ruled by a deadly race. Outside our bounds, Roam wolves and hounds, Which with their fangs and ed-ged claws, And great beasts’ gaping, ripping maws, Cause terror all around! Yet darkest night you need not fear, For they hold moonlight very dear. Yet when the moon is clearly round Not a single beast is found, Who not greets HER with bloody howl: “Let now commence our mur’