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The story of Tranns Harkin's life begins with the story of her parents. All three of them. Her mother was Amanda Harkin, a princess from Hyrule who, while a beloved and kind figure of nobility, suffered from mood swings that left palaces reeling for days on end. Her father was Artem Barr, the young monarch of the Calatia who struggled to reform his kingdom, while still finding himself bound by tradition. Her dad, who she credited most for making her the person she grew up to be, was Sir Jono, a high-ranking knight of Hyrule.
In the years leading up to Tranns' birth, the kingdoms of Hyrule--inhabited by Hylians--and Calatia--inhabited by humans--struggled to form a stable peace. As a part of the solution, it was decided that the heir to Calatia, Artem Barr, would marry a Hylian princess, Amanda Harkin. The arrangement was pleasing enough to both parties. What quickly proved problematic was the expectation that Calatian kings would have multiple wives. Once his marriage to Amanda was arranged, Artem's father proceeded to arrange additional marriages for him, all within Calatian nobility. Neither Artem nor Amanda were happy about this, but there was little they could do.
Amanda became Artem's first wife, but in the blink of an eye, he was married to five other young women as well, including Demora Esac who quickly became pregnant. It was declared that her child would be heir to Calatia. Amanda, jealous and resentful, acted out, beginning a torrid and very public affair with one of Hyrule's visiting knights, Sir Jono. A widower who lived by a code of honor, Jono did not approve of a man having multiple wives and was sympathetic to Amanda. At the same time, he sympathized with Artem, leaving all three of them very confused and crowded in the marriage. Stirred by passions, one night, Amanda convinced Jono to take her back to Hyrule with him. Against his better judgment, he agreed.
( The lovers set up a little household... )
I Dreamed A Dream
May. 21st, 2024 08:49 pmThere was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.
He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!
And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...
I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.
But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.
He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!
And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
Who I'd Be
Dec. 11th, 2018 06:22 pmI guess I'd be a hero, With sword and armor clashing
Looking semi dashing, A shield within my grip
Or else I'd be a Viking and live a life of daring
While smelling like a herring, upon a Viking ship.
I'd sail away, I'd see the world, I'd reach the farthest reaches
I'd feel the wind, I'd taste the salt and sea.
And maybe storm some beaches.
That's who I'd be. That's who I'd be.
Or I could be a poet and write a different story,
One that tells of glory, and wipes away the lies
And to the skies I'd throw it, the stars would do the telling
The moon would help with spelling, and night would dot the 'I's
I'd write a verse, Recite a joke, with wit and perfect timing.
I'd share my heart, confess the things I yearn, and do it all while rhyming.
But we all learn. But we all learn.
And Ogre always hides, an Ogre's fate is known
And Ogre always stays in the dark and all alone
So yes I'd be a hero, and if my wish was granted
Llife would be enchanted, or so the stories say.
Of course I'd be a hero, and I would scale a tower
And save a hot-house flower, and carry her away
But standing guard would be a beast, I'd somehow over whelm it,
I'd get the girl, I'd take my breath, and I'd remove my helmet.
We'd stand and stare, we'd speak of love, we'd feel the stars ascending
We'd share a kiss, I'd find my destiny
I'd have a hero's ending, a perfect happy ending.
That's how it would be
A big bright beautiful world
But not for me.
Looking semi dashing, A shield within my grip
Or else I'd be a Viking and live a life of daring
While smelling like a herring, upon a Viking ship.
I'd sail away, I'd see the world, I'd reach the farthest reaches
I'd feel the wind, I'd taste the salt and sea.
And maybe storm some beaches.
That's who I'd be. That's who I'd be.
Or I could be a poet and write a different story,
One that tells of glory, and wipes away the lies
And to the skies I'd throw it, the stars would do the telling
The moon would help with spelling, and night would dot the 'I's
I'd write a verse, Recite a joke, with wit and perfect timing.
I'd share my heart, confess the things I yearn, and do it all while rhyming.
But we all learn. But we all learn.
And Ogre always hides, an Ogre's fate is known
And Ogre always stays in the dark and all alone
So yes I'd be a hero, and if my wish was granted
Llife would be enchanted, or so the stories say.
Of course I'd be a hero, and I would scale a tower
And save a hot-house flower, and carry her away
But standing guard would be a beast, I'd somehow over whelm it,
I'd get the girl, I'd take my breath, and I'd remove my helmet.
We'd stand and stare, we'd speak of love, we'd feel the stars ascending
We'd share a kiss, I'd find my destiny
I'd have a hero's ending, a perfect happy ending.
That's how it would be
A big bright beautiful world
But not for me.
Meadowlark
Jun. 9th, 2017 06:32 pmWhen I was a girl l I had a favorite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory
But she was blind, the lark was blind
An old king came and took her to his palace
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid
And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice
And he prayed:
"Sing for me, my meadowlark,
Sing for me of the silver morning,
Set me free, my meadowlark,
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel
And cloth of brocade and crewel
And I'll love you for life,
If you will sing for me."
Then one day as the lark sang by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so
He came and brought her the gift of sight
He gave her sight
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor
Of this beautiful, young god, so proud and strong
And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender
"Come along.
Fly with me, my meadowlark,
Fly with me on the silver morning,
Past the sea where the dolphins bark
We will dance on the coral beaches,
Make a feast of the plums and peaches
Just as far as your vision reaches
Fly with me."
But the meadowlark said no
For the old king loved her so
She couldn't bear to wound his pride
So the sun god flew away
And when the king came down that day
He found his meadowlark had died
Every time I heard that part I cried
And now I stand here starry-eyed and stormy
Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb
A beautiful, young man appears before me,
Singing??come, oh, won't you come???
And what can I do if finally for the first time
The one I'm burning for returns the glow?
If love has come at last it's picked the worst time
Still I know
I've got to go
Fly away, meadowlark
Fly away in the silver morning,
If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark
So it's off where the days won't bind me
I know I leave wounds behind me
But I won't let tomorrow find me
Back this way
Before my past once again can blind me
Fly away
And we won't wait
To say good-bye
My beautiful young man
And I.
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory
But she was blind, the lark was blind
An old king came and took her to his palace
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid
And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice
And he prayed:
"Sing for me, my meadowlark,
Sing for me of the silver morning,
Set me free, my meadowlark,
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel
And cloth of brocade and crewel
And I'll love you for life,
If you will sing for me."
Then one day as the lark sang by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so
He came and brought her the gift of sight
He gave her sight
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor
Of this beautiful, young god, so proud and strong
And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender
"Come along.
Fly with me, my meadowlark,
Fly with me on the silver morning,
Past the sea where the dolphins bark
We will dance on the coral beaches,
Make a feast of the plums and peaches
Just as far as your vision reaches
Fly with me."
But the meadowlark said no
For the old king loved her so
She couldn't bear to wound his pride
So the sun god flew away
And when the king came down that day
He found his meadowlark had died
Every time I heard that part I cried
And now I stand here starry-eyed and stormy
Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb
A beautiful, young man appears before me,
Singing??come, oh, won't you come???
And what can I do if finally for the first time
The one I'm burning for returns the glow?
If love has come at last it's picked the worst time
Still I know
I've got to go
Fly away, meadowlark
Fly away in the silver morning,
If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark
So it's off where the days won't bind me
I know I leave wounds behind me
But I won't let tomorrow find me
Back this way
Before my past once again can blind me
Fly away
And we won't wait
To say good-bye
My beautiful young man
And I.
What Have I Done?
Feb. 13th, 2015 03:52 pmWhat have I done?
Sweet Nayru, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night,
Become a dog on the run
And have I fallen so far,
And is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate,
The cries in the dark that nobody hears,
Here where I stand at the turning of the years?
If there's another way to go
I missed it twenty long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
They gave me a number and murdered Harkin
When they chained me and left me for dead
Just for stealing a mouthful of bread
Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other
He gave me his trust
He called me brother
My life he claims for Din above
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me
Take an eye for an eye!
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for!
This is all I have known!
One word from him and I'd be back
Beneath the lash, upon the rack
Instead he offers me my freedom
I feel my shame inside me like a knife
He told me that I had a soul,
How does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life?
Is there another way to go?
I am reaching, but I fall
And the night is closing in
As I stare into the void
To the whirlpool of my sin
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Tranns Harkin
Tranns Harkin is nothing now
Another story must begin!
Sweet Nayru, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night,
Become a dog on the run
And have I fallen so far,
And is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate,
The cries in the dark that nobody hears,
Here where I stand at the turning of the years?
If there's another way to go
I missed it twenty long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
They gave me a number and murdered Harkin
When they chained me and left me for dead
Just for stealing a mouthful of bread
Yet why did I allow that man
To touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other
He gave me his trust
He called me brother
My life he claims for Din above
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me
Take an eye for an eye!
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for!
This is all I have known!
One word from him and I'd be back
Beneath the lash, upon the rack
Instead he offers me my freedom
I feel my shame inside me like a knife
He told me that I had a soul,
How does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life?
Is there another way to go?
I am reaching, but I fall
And the night is closing in
As I stare into the void
To the whirlpool of my sin
I'll escape now from the world
From the world of Tranns Harkin
Tranns Harkin is nothing now
Another story must begin!
