sort of a poem? oh, i watch the ash fly in my workshop. my workshop of soot and iron my workshop which I now share with friends i've gone to jade mountain. i've seen new people. i've finally made friends. peacemaker knows me. he does! we're friends! and on these days i think. i think of my past. i think of when my father spoke of magic. magic that created all sorts of things. and then one day it was gone. i never truly thought that i would see it. my mother said it had died. but i walked out one day to a feast. and right in the middle of it was a silk dragon making magic. it was back. the next few days were a blur. meetings. so many meetings with the queens. i heard words being tossed around animus soul coconut test. i heard these words before. in my father's stories. stories of magic. then i knew. this was the magic my father spoke to me about. and i sat in my workshop. and i heard mumbles mumbles of something big. a mountain. was being moved. it was jade mountain, home of a school. moved to somewhere called the HighLands... i slowly learned more. the highlands were part a chain of islands that connected the contenents. tribes had developed there. tribes never seen before. then i knew i had to go.
