by Patrick McGucken, Class of 2015
Inscribed here is the tale of the heroes of Reinveydan. Known well across the kingdom from the capital of Fraillia to the distant coastal cities of Isla. As popular as the epic is, many men and women do not know of its origins. It all began with four downtrodden kingsmen being chased out of Fraillia. After not preventing a cataclysmic fall, they were chased out by a ferocious mob. The four brothers rode for many days, looking for a safe place to rest. The men were exhausted, delirious, and sick. Hope evaded them much like the three pigs that eluded the hungry wolf. In time, they came across the ruins of a small town. The town was destroyed, and all the buildings were burned to the ground. The smell of sulfur wafted throughout the ruins, filling the men’s lungs with ashes. The men coughed and wheezed as they tried to regain their sight. Desperately, they searched for food and water; the four men came across a lone river. Beside the river, gleamed a beautiful golden statue. This statue towered over the village and stood alone amongst the remnants of the village. On the base of the statue, there was a plaque that shared the legend of Reinveydan. The four kingsmen wrote this legend into an epic and began singing it across the kingdom. Their fame grew exponentially and they were eventually welcomed back to their home city. Here lies the only remaining manuscript of the legend passed down throughout the generations of the four brothers’ family.
In memory of the four kings men, this story offers both a glance at salvation and the sacrifice it requires.
The drums roll, the curtains rise,
Enter the land where the rain has died.
The kingdom of Fraillia is trapped in a drought,
Cursed by a god, they cannot get out.
In the town of Reinveydan, two heroes arise,
Ready to save or meet their demise.
The boy was strong and very fit,
And immense fame, he wanted to get.
The twin sister was beautiful and bright,
But do not be fooled because she could fight.
Riches and power were their dream,
Together they formed a formidable team.
They packed up their gear and left with a hurry,
Into the wrath of the Sun God’s Fury.
A towering mountain, where beasts do meet,
Lay the only river that was yet to deplete.
In a lonely cave, the river flowed,
Guarded by a fierce monster, that devours its foes.
The two heroes quickly the mountain did scale,
Carrying only a magic pail.
A pack of wolves was on their heels,
Tragically, one was about to become a meal.
Around the path, all they could hear,
Were the piercing howls that filled them with fear.
The brother shook, the sister screamed,
The sun set down beneath the ravine.
The darkness filled the empty sky,
The siblings needed a place to hide.
The wolves got faster, ready to bite,
The little sister was filled with fright.
A ledge awaited sitting up high,
The duo knew they had to jump through the sky.
The twins awaited to test their fate,
Little did they know that for, the brother, it was too late.
The brother jumped onto soft ground,
He slipped and fell and broke his crown.
His sister was dazed wondering how this could be,
But remembered what her brother said, “continue for me.”
The journey was vigorous, but her mind was made,
She entered the cave where the creature stayed.
Hiding in the dark, she waited for her chance,
She ran the beast through with a fallen warrior’s lance.
She filled the pail with the magic water,
And headed down the mountain with a trodder.
She came across her brother’s grave to pay respect,
While she cried, the sun god plotted what was next.
The sun quickly rose, brighter than ever,
Blinding the sister, which was very clever.
The magic pail slipped from her hand,
And unfortunately emptied itself upon dry land.
The sister with nowhere left to turn, jumped from the ledge,
Joining her brother now that she had fulfilled her pledge.
Little did she know where the water landed,
Grew a river, that quickly expanded.
It spread out its banks and rushed to our land
And freely refreshes each woman and man.
So here lies a statue that may cause a tear
But we honor our heroes who walked without fear
We honor the twins who went up the hill,
Our town’s greatest patrons, the great Jack and Jill.