~Formed by Glaciers~ (PATHFINDER, PART FINAL)

Hello. Welcome to Pathfinder, the new official name of this story. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Pathfinder is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is the final part of the nine part story. If you wish to see the entire story from start to finish, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder

Part Two – Ember

Part Three – Firelight

Part Four – Cascade

Part Five – Compass

Part Six – Overworld

Part Seven – The Cairn

Part Eight – Restoration

Part Nine – Formed by Glaciers.

~<3~

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Two souls living
A vast distance apart
Both in need of someone
To heal their heart.

One a passive soul
With passion to create,
The other an active prescense,
Wishing to shape its own fate.

Each one is just as powerful
As anyone could be
But each must open a door
To which the other has a key.

So living in this world
On each other they depend.
Together, they would have power
To make it to the end.

The Pathfinder observed
And guided these two souls.
Zeina and Pyra learned
From their journey through these worlds.

In a vast icy plane,
Bearing an eternal flame,
Was The Pathfinder’s home,
And final destination, the same.

A sky of black and midnight blue,
A mist of violet, cryptic dreams.
A deep echo of drifting wind,
Starlight, through the cold, beams.

The cold cyan of icy land,
The chilling breeze of wind, a guide.
The vibrant hues of fire ahead,
The warmth that resides deep inside.

The thoughts and dreams of Zeina.
His elements of the mind.
The wonderous hopes of Pyra.
Her will to seek, path to find.

Stillness and movement contrast, yet flow,
Light and the dark, fire and ice,
Life and the spirit, small and the vast,
Reality and dream, warmth in the cold, to entice.

To Zeina, her beauty lies in all.
She, the one that made him truly whole.
Passion now amplified, wants to give;
Give her love, share her life, draw her soul.

To Pyra, he was true, filled with warmth,
He, the one that put her high above.
Wanting to share with him her whole world,
Wanting to be with him; she’s in love.

Take a step, steady pace,
Slowly move, soft, with grace,
Embers rise, show him space,
Firelight, her hands trace.

Frequencies low and deep,
Holding hands, they would keep,
Feeling love, growing steep,
Ready to make this leap.

Heartbeat faster, warmth is stronger,
Pulling in closer, not much longer
Until they’re side by side, with the fire.
Until they’re even closer, flying higher.

The Pathfinder watches them, approaching now,
Wanting to send a message, but unsure how…
The Pathfinder waits and watches once more,
To see what had been waited so long for.

“Never have I said this, but now, everything has changed…
I’m so happy to share this with you, Pyra,” said he.

“This is all I ever really wanted, Zeina, honestly.
You, the only person ever to truly accept me,” said she.

“If this is the end of our journey, what shall happen now?
Is there something we must do to proceed?” asked Zeina.

“I’m so grateful for all of this, but I still truly wonder,
What brought us together? How are we here?” asked Pyra.

The Pathfinder saw this perfect harmony,
Now determined to teach one final lesson.
The Pathfinder believed in them, and was right.
They made it, led by their love and passion.

The passive soul, Zeina, with passion to create,
Accepted what she thought of him, accepted fate.
The active prescense, Pyra, wishing to shape its own fate,
Would never be alone, and trust he did create.

Now existed mutual love, so powerful,
A bond that felt infinite, eternal.
With words unspoken, connected through the spirit,
The love was something for each to appreciate.

Now existed just one fear they shared.
They had no doubt that the other truly cared,
But now, they fear that this may be the end.
To be together, on mystic forces seemed to depend.

They didn’t want to leave now, not after all of this.
Through their adventure, no opportunity was missed.
Even at the final test, instead of turning around,
They still stepped forward, together, a destination found.

However, where was there to go from here?
Was it all up to this mysterious overseer?
Two souls in love, on each other they depend,
They dreaded the idea of there being an end.

“I love you, Pyra. Of this, I am sure.”

“I love you, Zeina. And we need nothing more.”

Face to face, close embrace,
And, somehow, fearless now,
Energy, synergy,
All they feel, always real.

The Pathfinder built up the power it had,
As the energy in this land awoke.
As Zeina and Pyra finally kissed,
With a thousand voices, The Pathfinder spoke,

“HERE, IN OUR WORLD FORMED BY GLACIERS OF TIME,
WARMTH IN YOUR LOVE IS IMPORTANT, IS PRIME.

ZEINA AND PYRA, SOULS PASSIVE AND ACTIVE,
DRIVEN FORWARD BY FORCES ATTRACTIVE,

I’M THE PATHFINDER; THIS MESSAGE, I SEND:
WE HAVE NO BEGINNING OR END.”

No story ever ends,
As there’s never just one side.
Our story’s endless too,
So what shall you decide?

~<3~