Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-27824390-20161127052806

"The storm is coming- it must be stopped

Or Night and Ice will both be lost," she paused,

"But there is hope- in dragonets eight,

that were not born to this war, but brought by fate," she paused again and stretched her wings slighlty.

"Three Dragonets of the night with strong mind and will,

shall lead the fight, but never kill,

Wings of sand, coated in gold,

will bring forth ancient legends, never told,

Wings of ice, they will cease

the fighting and bring us peace,

but not without the hybrid breed,

whose powers lay hidden, yet to be seen,

with which she will dampen

the fires of greed," she took in an death of air still sleeping somewhat peacefully only to flinch at the images that she was seeing in her head.

"Small wings of the ice

will pay the price,

for mistakes not of her making," she seemed to frown at this part.

"whilst crimson wings, red and bold,

will stoke the raging fires of this war,

there is more to this story, yet to be told,

only by the resting wings of old..."