Young Vanyel once awakened from, a dream of and fear. If he choose to be a mage, his doom would then draw near, Of future with suffering was all that he could see And so he made a to leave k'Treva there then flee. Into the bitter cold he hurried on that day, His mind was numbed and and he could scarcely find his way. When pondering his haste made he thought then to return, But a cry for mercy made his frozen spirit burn.
Silver and the Colddrake hunts for prey, Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal soul away.
He the cry of magic then and followed it where is led, And all the while a helpless anguish in his head. He upon a holding in a sheltered forest vale, in ruthless fury by a monster cold and pale. A woman and her children huddled near the paw. Her husband lay in beneath an unforgiving claw. The beast entranced her victims neither left nor right, She knew for the peasants had no way to run or fight.
Silver and the Colddrake hunts for prey, Its eyes can hypnotize and steal your soul away.
Then a man stepped fourth, a pitch fork in his hand, As if alone he'd the beast, and bravely take a stand. old and frail he could not bear to watch his kinfolk die, He was the chance they had, and he was bound to try. The man thrust his weapon deep the Coldrake