The Forgotten Ones, they were called, Four Elemental planes were next,
By themselves and those they made Each striving to become the best,
Their true home not remembered, Then the reflection of the Center
For even their memories did fade. The realm where spirits would find rest.
Through the Astral Sea, they went, Back where they began, the trio
finding spaces of good worth Seeded their new world with life
And with their powers three, To the first pair of Guardian Wolfen, said:
New worlds were given birth. "Keep this land safe from strife".
Worlds of light, worlds of shadow, The work done, the Forgotten Ones went,
Made of both chaos and order For they could never remain
'Till the trio sought to make To see how their creations fared,
One greater than all before. And gain the glory, or the blame.
Starting with the Center, The Wolfen had their job to do,
filled with bits of everything, And see to it, they did
They then spun out seven realms None of those who came after
And made the Pathways sing. Could best the inner power they hid.
Each land was given a different task Until accursed beings
One made dark, one made bright, Ambushed the Guardians fanged,
Ever revolving as opposites Against such foes, the Wolfen failed
To give the Center day and Night And all the world was Changed...
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