fleeting_memory (Mar 30, 2004)"Red Halla's royal scouts roved forth
Explored the Pain's edge east and north,
Sought scarlet dragons' Smoking Hills
Beyond bare Saltlands' bitter rills.
Four scouts fared forth, fast shoulder-friends,
Climed clouded cliffs where world ends,
And, ragged ranks reduced to three,
Were wared of wyvern trechery
By Melintelinas, lite queen
Of dragons languid, long, and lean.
One scout sped south, strove to return,
Lest Halla, herd, and homeland burn.
His fellows fallen, stranded here,
Have heard no word four hundred year.
Their daughters' sons bide, yearning yet
For news of Halla's offspring's get
That wryms lie vanquished, Hallows freed
By valiant victors' distant deed.
Come outlander with tidings and
His name shall be the Firebrand.
More swart than midnight swept of stars,
The moon athwart his brow bescars.
One heel whicked white by wyvern stings,
His flame the final firefall brings.
We dragons' denmates must remain
Till Firebrand fetch us home again..."
A line of unicorns appeared around the bend...
-from The Son of Summer Stars (Firebringer Trilogy)
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