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The field once was used by children,
And there they often played -
Brothers, sisters, summoned creatures
And rode the hours away.
Spring was there and all was perfect,
All was bright and pure;
And innocence grew in wonder -
Childhood had no cure.

The field once was used by rulers
To reunite with men
That once they laughed and played beside -
They were not crowned kings then.
Summer came, the heat of life
Burnished the gleaming gold
Found in their souls - experience
Was gained and grew not cold.

The field once was used for battle
And armies met in war;
Of the children's broken playgrounds,
There remains no more.
The Fall has come and all is broken,
Fading into ash.
To the victor goes what spoils?
All perished in the clash.

The field once was used by brothers
As they fought for the crown,
For the world that they survived in -
Neither would go down.
Winter comes and all is silent,
The world is buried here;
Death brings life and all's renewed,
Washed with icy tears.

AN: Specifically inspired by the legend of the Valdari at the beginning, and the flashbacks of Cade and Ryden. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Gramercy, and God bless you!