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.