In the dead of night, two Griffins were trying to hide their cub in a storm. The darkness concealed them from the world below, and they were forever grateful. They were the last, and the entire world knew it.

Under centuries of earth stood a rigid Wolfdea, A mother trying to protect her pup. A ferocious fire within her soul lit the cave with a red flare. The attacker was no match for a mother contained with this much love, and she knew it.

On the burning field of grass galloped a Kirin separated from its foal. White fur as pure as crystal water was now blackened and burned. This was the last time the Kirin would see his daughter, and he knew it.

Somewhere out in the desolate, diseased world was a dragon. Abandoned and lonely, she wanders without a purpose. She knew that this world was doomed. She knew that this world was going to crumble. And she knew that everybody in this world was going to die. And nobody but her knew it.

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The Deathlands Prophecy

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When the world around you starts to fall apart

Look to the sky for your answer

For the creature with a heart of fire

When it seems like all hope has been stolen from your soul

Look to the trees, the grass, the water

For the light that has been trapped by fear and terror

When everybody you have loved begins to shrivel and die

Look to the place where spirit could never thrive

For a creature whose heart would never lie

With each fearful step

The light comes closer

And with that flies in hope

And a little bit of horror

Her wings and gaze may be petrifying

Yet, she is the key to keeping the earth from dying