Jerusalem swings his massive body,
Underneath the falls.
Where only a true warrior,
Will call.
The Throm is close,
Beyond the pallid caves.
Deep beneath the earth.
A fiery vain.
"Be cautious young one,
I fear Alakan is close..
I can smell his smoke...
He is annoyed of us both."
Jerusalem proved worthy,
Of such caution at the time.
With a hand on my blade,
I stride forth.
I seek questions,
And answers.
For my future awaits...
Betrayal is not all to well known,
By the Dov, The Dragon's Age.
"Jerusalem..."
Said a thunderous voice.
"You have come far from home..
What do you seek from Throm?"
Jerusalem growled and raised his wings,
"I have brought my rider Kekay.
She wishes for Answers."
"Kekay...
The Unique Valkyrie,
Betrayed."
Alakan rose from the shadows,
Revealing a massive beast.
His wings were gold and tattered,
His marks red and long.
His horns were of the devil,
But his voice was calm..
"Knoweth of my name,
Tis true indeed.
Yes I am Kekay.
I come in peace..."
With heart pounding,
Soul burning.
We enter with Alakan.
To the Great,
Archaic Library.
The Throm.
Walls lined with books,
Spoken in the Dragon language.
Dov do Hi amal.
This is nothing to imagine..
Alakan uses his talons,
to grasp a globe.
His raises his eyes to me,
Beckoning me forward.
"Come forth,
Take in the Library of the Ancients.."
"Come now,
The Unique Valkyrie.."