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By: Ellodin Posted on: September 30, 2013


In Matsuhama's Halls I had a thought

While strolling through the Hall of Legends there

Had those depicted more than simply fought?

For some, the answer truly was quite clear

Like Catarin, "vitem et sanguinem,"

Whose greatness made the Empire a true gem

Yen-Sorte, though he had the greatest strength

He slew Dekalb, was that his legacy's length?

I spent a fair few months without great aim

Inspired one day, I went and pierced the Veil

To see a great man who had his own tale

Han-Tolneth, Dragonmaster of great fame

Next to his life, my own just like a fly's

I listened to him speak of times gone by.


A thought sprang to my head while listening

What makes a hero different from his peers?

If I were forced to isolate one thing

I'd say that heroes all hold something dear

Lucaine loved Catarin and fought for her

As others found things that made their hearts stir

I mused upon reality sans gloss

And inspiration found in grievous loss

Like Travian Shea, spurred on by his wife's death

Who'd stretched his mortal boundaries in his rage

But misery in the end, his spirit's cage

As he expired, mourning 'neath his breath

Reflecting on this, I well understood

That not all great things end pleasant and good.


Back to the present my attention snapped

Han-Tolneth had been silent for some time

But seeing him with the great Sycaerunax

How could I not think of more modern climes?

I still expect to see white Ashaxei

The one who'd given guidance, led the way

For dragons who had championed the Gods

In giving strength and hope against all odds

When we consider things that people've done

Is not Ashaxei's story truly great?

She fought to ensure all humanity's fate

We speak of aristeia, there are none

That had such vast effects on all the world

White dragon, you were quite the shining pearl.


I went back home and sat down at my desk

My thoughts now clear, I set my quill in ink

To write with all my soul and best express

Ideals, hopes, and dreams that once were linked

The once-great Battlelord has passed away

I know my goal, to show others His way

Through writing, try to teach and to inspire

In hopes that I can light young hearts afire

I honour He who gave me memories

I won't forget, I'll make sure they're passed on

Until the day that I am finally gone

My greatest tool not brawn, but words like these

I know my path, I'll travel down this trail

With sword and pen, so do I write my tale.