The Prophecy of Seven
When Pyhirra is at its most desperate time,
When the war is in a dangerous climb,
Seven dragons will lead us away,
Until the darkness is replaced with the light of day.
The SeaWing from a royal line,
Her name and scales like a jewel's shine.
The SandWing of unknown kin,
For much horrors she had seen.
The RainWing from the forest deep,
Her new home upon a mountain steep.
The IceWing born to inherit a throne,
In his icy scales, much is shown.
The MudWing of common blood,
In his future, mist is shroud.
The SkyWing from two separate lives,
Blue scales and speed causing strife.
The NightWing from the wrong side of war,
Bound to a noble oath he swore.
Seven dragonets born under three moons,
Seven dragonets to unite under a sky star-strewn,
The tribes shall learn to become one or die,
Before the dragons fall from the sky.
