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// The storyteller's song 
// Story: Sword and Song 
// by Sharaloth 
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At the northmost of the Heartland
A plain of naked stone
Beyond this place of lifeless rock
The Madmare keeps her own

Across the barren borderland
Two ponies made their way
To pass this granite hunting ground
They travelled night and day

Others had warned them not to go
And hold their lives more dear
Safety had long since fled the North
All that remained was fear

But Songbird and the Blademaster
Would not be turned away
Their course was set, their eyes were hard
There could be no delay

For life within this fallen world
Can come at such a cost
The Songbird’s mentor made her swear
To find a power lost

The journey would be perilous
Alone, she could but fail
And so the Blademaster agreed
Together to prevail

The two went North and swore to keep
Their promise come what may
And friendships born in dark of night
Still hold in light of day

So as the fire is warm and bright
And my voice is strong
Come gather round and listen to
This tale of Sword and Song