Far in the dark and feared abyss, where love is pain and monsters hiss
The Deepside creatures rule the night
With iron claws and jaws that bite
And terrors darker still.
Amid the night a child came, from place unknown to fields of flame
And monsters flocked toward the cries
Of tear-soaked child lost deep in fright,
Hunger on their faces.
And then swept in the conqueror before whom monsters flee,
Not to save the terror-struck child,
But to be the first to feast.
Through claws and fangs he boldly fought, for right to eat what had been caught
But when the fear-soaked child he saw,
His hunger melted into awe
Before the child’s power.
He seized the child and took it home, to mold the child with fists of stone,
To sear with fire the screams and tears,
And forge a weapon all would fear
To end the age of war.
But far away a hero stirred, by child’s cries awakened.
He chased the sound through deep and time,
To save the child forsaken.
—Poem of Raith’il,
Recorded in The Book of the Ancients, Arayear 6 p.A.;
Original reported missing from Arcalon Hall of Archives, Arayear 52 p.A.;
Copied to Arcalon Archives via Historian Memory Consensus, Arayear 53 p.A.