Radiant Historia
Wielder of the Chronicle of White
Traversing time to right the wrongs
A land turns to sand beneath his feet
His friends follow suit
Two kingdoms battle for the grainy plains
One wields numbers, one wields technology
A false queen, a twisted scientist
Executed all the same
Led under the words of a Prophet
The so-called Holy War rages on
The Puppetmaster watches behind the scenes
Lambs to the slaughter
He wields the Chronicle of Black
Gifted to him to grant him wisdom
He uses it to dessicate the world
To avoid his true calling
Wielder of White and Wielder of Black
Born but to die
Souls used to keep the sand from spreading
He clung to life to end all other
Many died
History can't write down all the names
The two forsaken Wielders clashed beyond time
And selflessness conquered selfishness
The Wielder of White returned his soul
To the land from which he borrowed
The Wielder of Black intervened
To give his own instead
The Wielder of White was spoken of in legends
From then til the end
Seldom seen and never heard
Perhaps only a distant dream
Of the ones who survived
Of the ones who prayed
Of the ones who were tasked
With ensuring his would be the last sacrifice
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