In golden pyjamas the Heir of Breath,
Had landed upon the field.
A sister in similar clothes he had lost,
The ring from her finger retrieved.
A stranger of white had given a package,
A green coloured box from a friend.
Containing a warrior with weapons of legend,
A bunny his sister had sent.
The boy was approached by the Sovereign Slayer,
Demanding the ring on his hand.
Little he realized the dreamer of Prospit
Had found himself a new friend.
With robotic enhancements and powerful weapons
The plush toy had slain the Black Queen.
But serving the Heir was its genuine purpose,
Against any foe that he'd meet.
The Slayer retreated, the toy was too mighty,
But vengeance he swore he would get.
All life around Skaia, his hatred demanded,
He would annihilate yet.