Many moons past, and many oceans crossed There stood a lady; Destiny, she was called. She was fair and kind, but also vicious and scary;
There was once a boy Living alone in a cottage; Lit by candles and oil lamps In mind a dream and a plan. There was
I walk and I walk A destination I cannot see; I look and I search A remnant does not exist. I breathe in and then
There was once a madman A ruler of the stars God of all which is forsaken. There was once a man wearing a crown Withered
She was born small. It was a curious feat; for a Star Dragon to be born small was unheard of. But then again, no one
Dan was sitting on the front steps to the Polaris, forearms leaning against his knees as he glared at the drained star in his hand.