ChroniclerOfHeroes

      In the beginning, long before the Ancient Races, there were the Dragons. They were the high servants of the Fates' Council. There were six breeds of Dragon. The first was the Golden Sun Dragons, who started the fires that lit up the worlds. The second was the Black Night Dragons, who gave the worlds respite from the sun's glare. The third was the Blue Water Dragons, who filled the seas and gave the worlds that spark of life. The Fourth was the Red Fire Dragons, who provided the first spark of sentience. The Fifth was the White Air Dragons, whose breath fueled first fueled the winds. The Sixth was the Brown Earth Dragons, who gave the fi

Oh come ye, oh come ye, hear my sorry tale, Of a martyr king who died and yet did not fail, I'll take you back to old Thermopylae, Where bold Leonidas fell that fateful day, But first I'll take you to Sparta, the warrior town, Upon which the death hordes of Persia marched down, Its messenger sent by King Xerxes was slain, So the Persians marched to end Leonidas' reign, Don't pity the messenger; he deserved what he got, Threatening Sparta, where every man fought, But Xerxes was cunning, each move he had planned, His goal was to take all of Greece in his hand. Now Athens was Sparta's most bitter rival, But both cities sent hoplites