… The storm was that of the great beasts.
They had once more come to the island of the majestic.
Seeing that their chance was wrought with peril
the hero of our tale steps forward as the youngest
an age of twelve in the beast’s years.
Weapons of steel and bone
collide when that of the storm arrives.
Lightning and thunder clashed and fire rages.
The beasts breathed poisonous gas
as their own kind fell as did ours.
With claws as sharp as ice and terrible beasts
cut time and time again with no sign of
Seeing there was no escape,
Valient Gradphilen took to the sky
Swooping down, Gradphilen slashed
catching the beast by the back and tearing him into
As he recounts the story, none of the younger believe
and claim it all to be lies.
How he, Gradphilen slew those beasts of myth and legend.
With wings, fire breath and steel claws
the beast had charged him, yet never still to be seen from that very day.
None believing his strength and his honor,
our hero, the valient Gradphilen
took to the skies for the second time in his life.
Gradphilen was never to be seen for over a millenium
and this great dragon was washed into the void and blackness
of ash and the veil of life and death…