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The Battle of the River Mors and the Golden Phoenix
‘Twas long ago, that the dark day dawned
Black clouds filled the skies and thunder rolled
That day the river Mors ran red with the blood drawn
For the Betrayer had no mercy, his heart was black and cold
The fight began like the breaking of a terrible storm
Like two great waves the forces collided for the final time
Soon the riverbanks were strewn with blood and bodies torn
The Betrayer was a sanguinary sight with blood covering his coat and spiral tine
Mid-battle he led the Alliance leaders to a clearing full of flame
There the demon Valdreth turned upon them
And in the end the Dragon King Blarin lay slain
With the dragon’s death a blood flow began that none could stem
It seemed that all was lost
There would be no escaping this terrible doom
Then suddenly then wind blew and waves tossed
The battlefield became quiet as a tomb
Then through the silence an unearthly song was heard
And a golden light shown down upon the fallen king
The body burst into flame and from the ashes rose a golden bird
‘Twas from the Phoenix that the beautiful tune did ring
As the Phoenix rose it sang louder and grew brighter still
Until it became a singing ball of golden flame
As its light touched the Host of Darkness they died with screams vilely shrill
Then Talraz laid the Betrayer beneath the mountains with no name
So Valdreth was imprisoned deep within the now called Forbidden Mountains
And Darkness was defeated; his evil plans had been foiled
After the Sun had shown joy abounded in fountains
But between the Unicorns and Dragons hate now openly boiled
The Dragons blamed the Unicorns for Blarin’s death by Valdreth’s horn
The Unicorns blamed the Dragons for allowing the demon within their midst
Dragons blamed Unicorns that one of their kind had betrayed the loyalty he had sworn
Unicorns blamed Dragons that with Darkness Valdreth had decided to tryst
And so the Alliance was broken by hatred from within
The ancients left Elfyra to go their own ways
Left the world in the hands of their Immortal kin
Who would pass it to mortals in the coming days