Prologue

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The war, the war Great War, all three fought

None forgot the pain it brought

Humans and Elves and Dragons

Mothers and daughters and fathers and sons

All have fought in the Great War

Which shook the world to its core


For two thousand years,

Each race with its fears

Battled for survival

An instinct so very primal

Dragons with the gift of flight

Used magic to combat their plight

Elves a race so arrogant,

Used spells and swords to heighten talent.

Humans, a race so curious, 

Used beasts so furious.


The war, the Great War, all three fought.

None forgot the pain it had brought.

Elves and humans and dragons

Mothers and daughters and fathers and sons

All have fought in the Great War

Which shook the world to its core

For two thousand years, each race with its fears,

Battled for survival,

An instinct so very primal.


Oh the horror

None can withstand more.

The young, the young of the dragons,

Eggs and daughters and sons,

All sent by the elves to the slaughter

Thus the war got hotter.

The parents, poor parents pushed off the edge

Now seek their revenge.

The elves and man

They fought each other the best they can.

With beasts and magic

The outcome was tragic.

Sea serpents, horses, hawks, and raptors

With man as their captors

Fought the elves day and night

Yet the change on the field was slight

As elves with enhanced brains

Were able to negate man's gains.


The war, the Great War, all three fought.

None forgot the pain it brought.

Elves and humans and dragons

Mothers and daughters and fathers and sons

All have fought in the Great War

Which shook the world to its core.

For two thousand years,

Each race with its fears,

Battled for survival,

An instinct so very primal.


Peace, peace a long awaited peace

Came to force the war to cease.

New empires grew as the races split

Causing new fires to be lit.

The dragons and their impending Civil War

Juxtapose man's single chore

To survive and recover their numbers.

Yet the elves being torn asunder,

With different views between regions,

Create new technologies like guns.

Revenge is sweet

No one wants to be beat.

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