Under sun and sky and watchful eye,
A creature born, awoke,
The hope fulfilled of Brynnturok.
A god assumed, unknown, oath-bringing.
An oath with cracks like wildfire spreading.
Elven, Human, Dwarven, Orc.
Wars innumerable, desolation and despair,
Spared from Zileska on wing and Dragon stare.
A fate delayed. No victory won.
All peace and prosperity will be undone.
Through ages may she ageless be,
From every mouth with language’d tongue, the dragon-praises sing,
That the God of Brynnturok new life may bring.
All races dead and dead unresting.
A test failed because of my oath-breaking.