Long ago, in a time so far and near.
A lad looked to adventure here.
Memory lost, his blade at his side.

Cruel Hydras was to be his to fight.
Young of heart, wise of mind.
Destiny was his, indeed to find.

As the days passed, and time began to fade.
People all over began to sing his name
A sharp blade, ever to protect men
All there needs to be heard is help, and he will be there then.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Daedalan, in the year 694 AF.