Young once awakened from, a dream of death and fear. If he should choose to be a mage, his doom would then near, Of future filled with was all that he could see And so he made a choice to leave there then flee. the winter's bitter cold he hurried on that day, His mind was numbed and chilled and he could scarcely his way. When pondering his haste made choice he thought to return, But a magic cry for mercy made his frozen burn.
Silver and amethyst the Colddrake for prey, Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your away.
He caught the cry of magic then and it where is led, And all the while a helpless echoed in his head. He upon a holding in a sheltered forest vale, Destroyed in ruthless by a monster cold and pale. A woman and her children huddled the Colddrake's paw. Her husband lay in beneath an unforgiving claw. The beast entranced her victims looking left nor right, She knew for well the had no way to run or fight.
Silver and the Colddrake hunts for prey, Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your away.
Then suddenly a man stepped fourth, a fork in his hand, As if alone face the beast, and bravely take a stand. Though old and frail he could not bear to watch his die, He was the only they had, and he was bound to try. The man thrust his weapon deep into the