Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-27714417-20161127205523

" It went like. ..

"The storm is coming- it must be stopped

Or Night and Ice will both be lost,

But there is hope- in dragonets eight,

that were not born to this war, but brought by fate,

Theree Dragonets of the night with stsrong 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,

Small wings of the ice will pay the price,

for mistakes not of her making," Virile  frowned 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..."