Wind rushes against my face,
Clouds are within my reach.
I can see the green valleys,
And Lith Harbour's beach.
Ellinia's trees are old and tall,
I see them up ahead.
Henesys' mushroom hills
Flourish with flowerbeds.
Dry as a desert,
Hot like a stove,
The ghosts of Perion-
Humans they loathe.
Kerning city is to my left,
Oh how silent it may seem.
The theifs there never rest;
Always planning a scheme.
Last but not least is Sleepywood,
How eerie and dark it looks.
My dragon lands there with a thud;
His claws sank in like hooks.
As I climbed off the saddle,
Mir nuzzled my cheek.
He smelled like charcoal,
And I probably reeked.
But we were companions,
Bound together by soul.
We're both in this together,
So it's time I played my role.
