On the end, where trees stand
and grass starts, the human land.
on one side the king, on the other the queen.
once they were friends, family the've been.
Fear enters the fields, when day enters dawn,
anger arises, like the dark lord's gown.
Bow to the ready, sword's drawn high.
Many know, thay are about to die.
Still they tread on, to the line,
where light meets night,no-one would decline,
their royalty, by love or fear.
This war's end draws near.
In the end only Elian and Tolean will know,
who will deliver the final blow.
(Written by Ysara's son Torean, on the dawn of the last battle of the village)