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O' great Mews of lyric!

Assist me in the epic,

The story of a fate horrific!

Of a fate heroic!

From humble beginnings,

To greatness a man aspired

But at his highest in life,

He by death retired.

Aye! I speak of Aaron,

Guide to Aura Guardians,

Savior of the palace Cameron,

The treasure of historians!

He who once laid

On uncovered earth,

The best he made

Of his unnoble birth!

Even with bread lacking,

The Pidgey he'd feed,

His stomach self-wracking

For the sake of creed.

On the streets he'd rest,

Shivering in the cold.

To others he was but a pest,

Unable to fit the mold.

Alas! His valor was seen

Helping in robes unclean

By none other than the Queen!

A most beautiful scene!

By her hand home he was given,

A stately furnished room

All his needed thievery forgiven,

Saving him from incessant gloom!

He, with his new debt,

Swore to do what he could

To keep away any threat,

Just as if by knighthood.

One day while on guard

In the treasure store

Occurred an event to regard

As the day for evil to abhor!

A fated touch of stone

Brought light to a power

That had laid unknown,

'Till by his aura's shower,

The blue gem lit,

Opening a path destined,

Queen Rin permit,

As an aura user to the end.

Days throughout he trained,

Showing the world true talent

Of a white soul unstained,

A spirit of highest gallant!

The best he became,

Renowned outside of Rota,

A world famous name,

Far beyond the land's gifted quota.

If an Aura Guardian he was,

Then he was of a different caliber,

Comparable to King Arthur because

He was worthy of Excalibur.

But he was not just a name,

For there came a day,

Queen threatened in shame,

A Red assassin come to slay!

A Seviper's venom drop

Mixed into Rin's goblet

To which Aaron put a stop

Sensing the ill will prophet.

Just like a Fearow

Dropping in on prey

He had been proven "hero"

Jumping in to block the foul play.

This is the beginning tale

Of the man named Aaron

Who to which all others pale,

Competitor's field barren.

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