The Silent Monks taught him secrets long kept,
Of light’s true essence and where shadows slept.
“Child of prophecy, in these halls, secrets you’ll unlock,
Train among us, become steadfast as the mountain rock.”
Marble pillars, tall and proud, bore witness to him strive,
As Lysander’s spirit, among the Silent, came alive.
Under their tutelage, he learned to harness the storm,
Finding strength in silence, and in meditation, form.
The pendant, reinvigorated, began to shine bright,
Reflecting his growth, the increasing inner light.
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