While reading his own words, the memories surrounded him. He stood once again amid the sediment and rubble of the dragon’s death, full of remorse for allowing Lusiradrol to control him. The dragon’s spirit coalesced before him, sending him to his knees in humility and shame.
The words of the white dragon returned as if he actually stood outside the collapsed cave that fateful day:
A day will come when all will wither,
the knowledge lost and events hither.
Each new fold will hear less the tale
until into the lore gone stale.
Unto you I bind this task,
to answer all the questions asked.
My journey ends not here
in this time of dragon fear.
Humans as you I hope will bare
to find the future in their care.
Come the ever shadow night,
when morning rise burns not light;
Forever sleep until made right,
the one whose power in men’s sight.
Thereupon shall I cast
my gift to innocence to last.
No other of glory praise shall find
the way to claim the power mine.
My spirit here do I bind
to claim one of life in kind.
Until then shall I rest
that strength have I to the test.
Take these words to your heart
that to you to live impart;
but use it wisely, for you are bound
to live until I ‘gain touch ground.
Seek not the selfish ways of men
but prove that you are my friend.
Watch for me again to come
and guide with grace the chosen one;
that darkness fades into none
and Light shines brighter than the sun.
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