When dragon blood covers the land,
And when the End itself is close at hand.
When the world is filled with mourning cries,
The Chosen Ones will rise.
Find the sky-bound egg of scarlet red.
Find the egg of Water forlorn in the seabed.
Within the deepest shadows on the earth,
That is where our Dark one will be birthed.
The Chosen of Ice, in a shell of royal blue.
The Jungle egg of the rainbow hue.
The final one, born of the fiercest storm,
Will carry a burden meant to warn.
Of three tribes that darken, poison, and withhold their light, they shall not win the deciding fight.
The Ognix Artifact left unfound, to which a tribe is forever bound.
Six to prevail in our darkest hour.
Six to protect unbridled power.
The Chosen Ones are coming.