In the beginning there were 9

With friendships fair and fine

They batteled all thier fearsome foes

Even with thier worried woes

The first one he did fall

Off a cliff oh so tall

A friend was lost but enimes gained

In the spot thier friend was slain

They traveled to woods soft and fair

And stayed with little care

Then they traveled over seas

To face thier sought out enimes

But then again

Death claimed a friend

Then they knew no one would escape this end