Serpentis Family/Yeux/The True Spirit of Falasan
Of the majestic mountains of Nazgorn to the beauty of Elroth, caressing the great lake where sleeps the serpent. A lost mansion in the enemy territories where the flag of the white rabbit trembled in the past. A glorious past. Chato, where my mother gave birth to my brothers. Many people thought she had occult powers. She generated three great heroes, two of them that died very young in the heat of the battle against Eston or any other enemy that dared to declare war against us. We are the wise, the fair and strong people of Falasan!
When my first brother caught a sword a great Queen governed us. And after her great men used our crown. Again we have a Queen to reverence with our nobler words. On the times where the war dominates us and that armies of shades, dust, sand and covets march on the home of our ancestral ones. Many old warriors fell in the eternal sleep, but young warriors arrived to renew the fight spirit that should burn in our heart. I struggle for two generations of heroes that saw Falasan grow and reduce the borders, but that never lose the solidary spirit of fighting for our honor.
I still remind my mother singing for my old brother when he left the mansion back for one more battle:
And if you go chasing rabbits,
And you know you're going to fall,
Call Falasan...
But I am the warrior now. And I cannot have the honor of to visit my siblings' sepulcher or to see my mother's beautiful face. And I am not a child anymore.
A day of the hunt. Another day of the hunter. I still remember those words when a barbarian of the north challenged the honor of Falasan. I always liked to see our people as more beautiful and intelligent of Atamara. Doesn't matter if we are in difficulty now, better times will come. Or we will struggle until the death. If a thousand armies come against us, for a thousand armies we will show our rage. The White Rabbit will never die.
For Falasan!!!
