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- Me, Myself, and I
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The male master dragon=Rarewoods
The female master dragon=dragonblood01
The fighter dragon=Elysiona
The fighter dragon=?
The female that takes care of the babys=hazelcussons
The Scholar on dragons= Dragonkeeper
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The dawn is red as blood.
His scales are as the same.
And although he is the sun,
He lights no one's path or mind.
As the silvery moon rises,
so does she prefer.
As she soars through the night,
On silver covered wings.
Black as the night is he
and as secretive, no doubt.
But though his name means night,
his only comfort is dawn.
Three dragons are beheld.
A colflict ages past.
Read in the stars above,
And soon will cease to last.
And yet it's told they'll fight,
They wait another night,
To watch the others wait,
For that fateul night.
And on that coming night
when blood is spilt and claimed
who shall win the fight
to change the ages pained?
Will it be the sun,
whose mind is dark and quick,
and guides the people behind him,
In woods deep and thick.
Or will it be the night,
whose shadow stays silent as stars,
and seeks any refuge,
against iron bars.
Or might it be the moon,
whose fate was placed before her,
with yet another world,
to hold upon her shoulders.
But yet it never matters,
until the day may come,
on that fateful night they meet,
when they create the final sum.
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