["The momentous call of the Century Horn touched upon every ear of all men and beast of the Realms. Even into the Royal Hall of the Great Tower of Westmar its sound pierced, forming a poignant counterpoint to the King's already troubled thoughts"]
Last night I dreamt in a fever My deeds formed a prison of stone And to me now this golden throne seems made of bone
I gazed upon armies in silver Clashing with beasts from the sky And I wept with a sigh - yet I know The dragon's son must die
Sshe'll return to me That I know, I've seen her in my dreams The old gods, they spoke to me; "Slay them all, and we shall set her free!" To light up my life, and keep me from harm