| PART ONE In time ... thus told to tell the tale; whence on a day when the ruins fell, and magic called the day to fall to blackness | |
| There was a shadow across the land, That had yet to be quailed by any hand, And hope was but a little seed But as the ruin's rubble settles There, amongst the scrapping nettles Laid a changeling child | |
| who was this child whence who lay here who was his mother who cried no tears and why not any man search him out today | |
| why does he lay there in fear? | |
| Alas, the day breaks and yonder he will go for nothing can tarnish and make him slow On a mission he has sworn to puruse for he stood for all that was right and true | |
| The child is a dragon rider a proud raise he is a fighter of truth him and his dragon shandella | |
| Both they road and both they plaid as children. | |
| His journey just begin not knowing what lies ahead?, what obstacles to face? what challenges are to be taken? as little he knows his own potential yet he was challenged by fate to be the chosen one In time.. Thus told this tale; darkness will spread yet justice will prevail. It was said he was a dragon rider It was said his heart is symbol of courage So he has to hold with firm hands to lead shandella. to be trained to lead. | |
| The long road of fate His flawless fate With courage and hope Continue life's thread | |
| Carry on, Warrior. | |
| Chapter One On the horizons Best, The sun is beginning to unfold the day. Already hot and muggy; sweat is brewing the morning air. | |
| a journey not ready but need's to be seeked prayer awakes mornings dawn | |
| on the hill above Shan Chaplin |

