Daimon Ferguson (Portland, Oregon)
With bow and arrow he wandered the night,
Deep in the Spine with the deer he must smight.
Then out of thin air appeared a stone of blue.
Where it came from he had no clue.
Until one day a dragon hatched by moon.
He raised it in secret, having not a clue what to do,
When two creatures sought to take everything he knew
In this he swore to seek revenge,
And with him came a man who told tales of dragons.
This old man, with the name of Brom
Stories he told from Dawn Til' Dusk,
Then in death did Brom depart,
Killed by the creatures the lad escaped in one part.
The boys life then not he knew,
Had changed forever. To begin, in battle he slew
Millions of men all for one.
With Saphire sword and dragon fang,
He ended the tyrant king's reign.
Again he wished to start anew
Perhaps a life with a women he knew
However this could not be,
For what was right was to depart you see.
His fate was decided, for the witch could See,
You will live without dying,
Someone close to you will die,
one of your blood will betray you,
And you shall leave Alegasia to never return...
from my friend Kayninja.
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