In the time before the time

The Reconciler’s mother’s celebrated birth

Wynet was the greatest Dragon Mage

To walk on Sha’Mung’s earth.

In his heritage brave and true

The Great Odemia, you will find

Granted title Dragon Mage

By the Creator of his kind.

The tale is told that the reason why

The great mage was so blessed

Is his willingness to die for the dragons

When he was put to test.

The oath of his allegiance

Rang out o’er the land

Those who attack the dragons

Will die by the sword in my hand.

His courage never faltered

As steel sang out on steel

As soon a one foe fell

To another he would reel.

On that mighty battlefield

He kept his promise true

And when it was over

The creator told him, “I have a reward for you.

“From this day until the world should end

A Dragon Mage you’ll be

Honor for you deeds this day

Will fall on all your progeny.

Like the mighty dragons

Whose life your sword did buy

You and yours forever

Will soar across the sky.

“And when the creatures of Sha’Mung

Look to see a golden dragon on the wing

They will remember your courage

And each heart will sing

Praises to your name

And all your kith and kin

And n’er shall you lose fame.

“So, too, my brave young warrior

New denizen of the sky

You will now have magic

Beyond the spell and scry

What e’er you wish

You can now imbue

But, Dragon Mage, take heed

That your motives you hold true

“For if you turn to evil

Your powers you will loose

And all those of your bloodline

Will pay for your abuse.”

“I fear not your conditions

No offense at them I take

I embrace them as a safeguard

For my progeny’s sake.

“Knowing there’s a penalty

Will keep their hearts pure

If not for them, then for their children

Of that I am quite sure.

Each generation knowing

The next one protection needs

Will question every motive

That impacts on their deeds.”

The Mage who made that promise

Long ago went to his grave

But the same vow to the Creator

Each succeeding generation gave.

To the seventeenth generation

The great Wynet was born

And in Sha’Mung’s darkest night

He was first glimmer of the dawn.

His magic as a child

Was greater then ever seen before

And his steadfast courageous spirit

Was like something out of lore.

Fair in all his dealings

With dragon, mage or man

His reputation as leader growing stronger

O’er his long life span.

His son held great promise

His granddaughter greater still.

She would be trained

His position as leader to fill.

But sometimes fate

Is much more then cruel.

And the best die the youngest

Seems to be the rule.

One night came a call

In his mind so weak.

He wasn’t sure

He’d heard someone speak

When the call came again

It left little doubt.

That Pyler, his granddaughter

Was the one crying out.

Grandfather, grandfather

I need you to save

The son in my womb

From an untimely grave.

He’s is the one

Of the old prophecy

Grandfather I beg you

Don’t let him die with me.

He flew through the night

Following her cry

When he finally found her

She was ready to die

He could do nothing

To save her from death’s jaws

And even today

At his conscience it gnaws.

He gave her something

To end her pain

And waited slowly

For her life force to drain,

And when he was sure

She would not feel the knife

He opened her belly

To give her child his first breathe of life.

He laid her to rest gently

In a grave dug by his hands.

Then escaped with his great-grandson

To far away lands.

If Pyler was right,

And he hoped it was so

The child’s life would be forfiet

If anyone came to know.

He protected the child

From infancy to manhood.

Protecting the boy from his own magic

For his own good.

Still in his mind

He never could see

That Pyler was right

Edgwyn was one of the promised three.

Then one day it happened

The dreaded event

A spell of destruction

By another mage was sent.

Blood tinged the spell

Its odor was clear

And the blood mage that sent it

Was very near.

Wynet did

What he knew he must do.

He sent Edgwyn to Mykal

A friend proven true .

Amara, his charge

Was sent with Edgwyn

A warrior was she

She would protect Edgwyn

Proven one of the three.

After they left

His revenge he sought

For the attacker of Edgwyn

Was the man Pyler had fought.

He went to the forest

His trap he must lay

And waited patiently

For the arrival of his prey.

The time that he waited

Was used to create illusions that charm

To forestall and dispel

Any cause for alarm.

In his scry bowl he watched them

Fall into his snare

He snuffed out their lives

With hardly a care.

Of those who rode in

Only one alive would remain

And over his life

Pain and fear would reign

Wynet pulled from the man

Every memory in his mind

Pain and fear to the man’s thoughts

He did bind.

When it was over

Wynet mounted his horse

It was time for him to follow

A much different course.

He rode to the place

Where his kind in secret met

And gave them the news

They were waiting to get.

His announcement caused

Much excitement and stir

Everyone asked who

The promised three were.

Edgwyn, son of my Pyler

Is one, this I know true to be

He’s gone to Zymal the dragon

Then together they will find number three.

And that is what history

Does say

Of the events that form

Wynet’s greatest day

The day that he made known

That the prophecy had come true

The reconcilers now lived

And the dragons, mages, humans would be joined

In a land recreated anew.