A poem is written on a large piece of parchment. A reader has scribbled some thoughts in the margins but none that are of much help.
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When mages living above high castles,
meet a crumbling fate,
and the lowborn dragons of the east,
take flight beyond their gate,
if the Heart of Creation is restored,
to its proper state,
discarded from the elf of might,
who saw fondness but as weight,
salvation is in reach once more,
lest history shall repeat,
follow the steps laid before,
or their dark one shall them bleed.
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should a saved child end their friend's warm shelter,
to restore the fire's light,
and snuff the life of the bestial elder,
takes flaming wrath so bright,
should drowned men no more flood the beaches,
under charge of their demise,
a leader frees them from their leashes,
takes water's heightened prize,
should time no more feel an illusion,
and darkness shall be bridled,
upon cycle's end, seat learned upon mare,
takes hallowed power thus entitled,
should majesty's beast come reincarnate,
turns shelter from their tests,
there dig below through earth and bone,
takes earth's empowered crest,
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