Authors' Note:
Hey, I'm Tyrande Stormrage. I would like to apologize for my last story,
The Grabbing of Furion Stormrage. The earlier title was inappropriate for
certain people an I did not know. This was because I am young and my
teacher told me this. I forgive the people who flamed me and I hope you can
forgive me too. Thank you, and I hope this story is better then my last.
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When the sword of the Eredar, old of the old,
Combined with the power of wind, water, fire, and stone,
Will with the chosen one weld,
And create a warrior of power untold.
But even with this might and prowess, Behold!
An apocalyptic battle will still unfold.
In the navel of Azeroth,
By the gates of hell,
The warrior and demon lord will battle and one will be felled.
If the warrior wins that light be brought,
But if demons win then light is lost,
And after this, no matter what the end,
A song about the warrior will be sung,
And he will ascend for all eternity.