Foreword

Foreword

More than Drákons

We don’t ride drákons.

We are more than drákons.

We are the KaɪˈmɪərəSābər Hawks of Katánē

Our wings and plumes rule the skies

Under the very first stars

Of the very first galaxies

We are the Titans of Raptors,

The Ancient of Eagles

The Kaɪˈmɪərə of the skies

Our koya sābərs slash through sinew

Our brass talons rip at the necks

Our gold beaks pull the flesh from your bones.

Our greatness comes from the days of old,

From the wings of the great Khiron

He who created the warriors of Katánē,

Grandchildren of Kirth and Kanoa

Our wars are destructive,

Our might is unstoppable.

The mighty warriors are mighty hawks

Any war we fight is to the death

For we know how to fight,

and never know how to retreat

We are the KaɪˈmɪərəSābər Hawks of Katánē.

A Katánian Prayer

Kagṣān, the Sky Eagle,

The giver of favourable wind

The keeper of u’kweli

Our utmost refuge and fortress,

Who saves us from the fowler’s snare

And from the deadly pestilence

He covers us with his feathers,

Under his wings is refuge;

His strength is our shield and rampart.

We do not fear the terror of night

Nor the arrow that flies by day,

Nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,

Nor the plague that destroys at midday.

A thousand may fall at to our flank,

Ten thousand on the left and right,

For when we rest within Kagṣān’s eyrie

No harm will befall us,

No disaster will come near our tent.

For he will command his hawks and eagles

To guard us in all our ways;

They will lift us up and soar with us into the skies

We will tread upon the lion and the cobra;

We will trample the great lion and the serpent.

(Ps 91, para.)