Many years have gone by
Since the death of Whitesky
Firewing is no more
And for Brighteyes I still mourn

But I still remember by brother,
My friend, and my heart's true lover
And that once we four did dare
To be the first to leave our Kaer

The Kaer held us safe and sound,
In her womb underground.
I was born within her halls
A world bound by stone walls.

Twenty odd years tumbled by,
As I learned to sing and fly.
Through that time the gauge stood still
Stealing our elders' will.

Seeking to protect the young,
The challenge bell was not rung.
No more would the elders dare
To send our bravest from the Kaer.

No more would be sent to scout,
And learn the lay of the world without,
Until the gauge finished its fall
All would stay behind Kaer walls.

But the elders ignored one truth,
Reckless daring comes with youth.
Four Windlings swore to leave their home
And discover what lay past its stone.

Firewing brought the elementalist's skill
Brighteyes, the forge's iron will.
Summerwind served as their scout
With Whitesky they all snuck out.

The party numbered only four,
Because the passage would hold no more,
Swiftbrook and Qual were left behind
Thought they were of like mind.



Firewing opened the final door,
And out flew the group of four.
Wonder swiftly eclipsed our fear,
As we drunk in a night cold and clear.

A bowl of stars hung above,
Deep as grief, unending as love.
A gentle wind teased my wings,
Bringing sweet scents from unknown things.

We listened to a playful breeze,
For the first time, heard rustling leaves.
Then a wonder caught our eyes,
A gradual lightening of the skies.

As unseen birds broke the hush
The horizon gave a gentle blush
Soon the sky turned a golden hue,
we landed on grass wet with dew.

Teeming colors joined the fray,
Heralding the break of day,
Then the sun, orange and round,
Spilled her light across the ground.

I can still see the scene,
In my dearest, sweetest dreams.
Rolling hills that led down,
To the shadows of forested ground.

Golden gleams revealed to me
Where my home would one day be.
Reflected sunlight shot from the river,
Like arrows from my brother's quiver.

Transfixed by the beauty of it all,
Twas the only time I've ever felt small.
Our native land, as yet unknown,
We knew we had at last come home.