The Beginning
 

The air was alive long ago one brilliant morning in the days of  march
As in the distance appeared the silver Dragon Sylier, the Jewell of Fire in his clutch
Soaring high, scanning forgotton realms for the forces he needed to complete this beginning
Silently landing on the lush banks of a lake, he found there the unicorn Ranyhyn swimming
The Jewell of Earth was held proud in her horn,  the time had come they knew

Over Sorcerers Banes and foul Helvinin they trekked
Two more of lifes forces they needed and they knew not where to find them next
Using the light of the jewells, they scanned each horizon
Watchful not to be obvious to the mayhem of demons around them
Sylier sending white flame to the demise of any who troubled their path.

A time of renewal was upon this realm, foul banes and demons were coming to an end
Too many generations had witnessed lost confidence and black magic was now the trend
Written by Sage's on tablets and sung by Angels at the new Moon
This new life has been expected, bringing Wizardry to save the gloom
Sooner the Forces united, sooner would be the Beginning

Sylier and Ranyhyn now in the Forrest of Power, their senses keen and life on their mind
Determined to succeed in their journey, courage and spirit ever alive
Coming to a cave deep within the forrest they enter with hope, their jewells alive with energy
Suddenly the cave brightens, carvings of their quest adorn the chrystaline walls, hacked by Elvins long in history
They turn to see the winged horse Pegasus in the cave entrance, the Jewell of Air in his mane

Jewells glowing Sylier and Ranyhyn salute the prescence of  the mighty Pegasus,
He tells of the fourth force and the pond of white water they must now seek, to complete their quest
looking to the jewells the direction is now clear, they travel as three, beyond the forrest is the land of the Shine
Majestic and grand in their stride, graceful as the pride in each of  their eye's glow like diamonds
They reach the pond of white water at dusk, their Jewells of Fire, Air and Earth Brightening

Lush trees surround the pond, a blanket of moss covers nearby stones, the water reflects the darkening sky
Sylier collects the jewells and whispers  as he places them in the pond his wings held high
Being the final force they need to complete the unison of Wizardry again the beginning of the end of Sorcery
The pond begins to tremble as the earth around it erupts, great stones like monoliths emerging
A light from the heavens bathe the four forces, the stones an altar of energy

Sylier looks into the light, standing there is the Wizard Princess, the Jewell of Water adorns her neck glowing
Pegasus and Ranyhyn rear up together in homage to the Wizard of the new Beginning
As the night grows darker the Legend of the four forces is written by Mage far and wide
The unison of Fire, Air, Earth and Water has brought the blackness to an end, the land can now have pride
We celebrate this day for the birth of the Wizard Princess of The Beginning