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Hesper is a wild turquoise dragon

She loves to soar the deep blue sky

And Nyber Khan the brash young wizard

Just loves to watch her fly.

She has diamond scales beyond royal blue

She sprays a wicked blue-white flame

Hesper has taught Nyber some dragon-speak

So Nyber can speak her true name.

She is as fast as light and dragon links

With bold Nyber while in flight

Barely larger than a giant eagle

She’s full scale in any fight.

Her almond eyes are the deepest scarlet

Her pupils catlike and forest green

Her Dragonsight penetrates any darkness

And thus see’s things almost never seen.

She dearly loves to tease wild griffins

As she dive-bombs the goblin troops

Nyber’s Troops who patrol the land

In swift, concentric, tough loops.

It’s all just good, clean, dragon sport

Her team is never close to being harmed

The wild griffins and generals ignore her

But the goblins get a little alarmed.

Nyber smiles and Hesper just knows

Thus perfect dragon link gets done

Earthbound Nyber gets quite a ride

As sweet Hesper has her fun.

For he then see’s all a dragon sees

As wild Hesper soars the sky

In colors he’s never seen before

As forest and field fly by.

Hesper loves to link up at night

And this causes Nyber glee

For the dark time has its colors

Only fierce Dragonsight can see.

This brave wizard has learned much

But not quite enough just yet

For he’s young and Elven foolish still

To think wild Hesper is just a pet.

Hesper has some secret plans for him

A quiet hope he doesn’t yet know

His education is not quite finished

There are some new places he must go.

He must invade a dark oak wood

And therein seize a forbidden prize

There is a cruel wizard war before him now

Of twisted magic, fire, and lies.

For sweet Hesper is an elven princess

Cursed now to be a dragon is she.

Yet Nyber’s true heart can save her

If only the truth he will see.

For centuries she’s been cursed like this

Cursed of form and face.

Torn from her castle of rare purple stone

Her soft bed of saffron lace.

How Hesper had cried out to her people

Tried so hard to say just who she really was,

Yet elves do not speak as dragons speak

And evil is as evil does.

Her dear father knew her not,

Her loving mother was deceived just the same.

They could only see a strange dragon fierce

With turquoise scales and a royal blue flame.

The Elven kingdom turned upon her,

With cruel arrows, sword, and spear

Unknowingly attacking,

Their own Elven princess dear.

The dark, twisted one who did this,

Leered down from a craggy peak.

Sending forth his winged minions,

A rare blue dragon he now would seek.

A black dragon covets this fine Elven girl,

Of rare form and face so fair.

An ancient one, of great magic and force,

Will’s princess Hesper to grace his lair.

The wicked changeling spell he sent forth,

Was most powerful and true.

It shaped shifted a sweet princess into a dragon,

With pretty scales of turquoise blue.

Yet a changeling spell can only work,

With what a person carries within.

He had not counted on her silver soul,

Nor a fine heart that held no sin.

He could never have known her new made form,

Would fly as swift as light.

He had no idea that her pure, strong heart,

Would never give up the fight.

On that cruel day Hesper lost her parents.

Her castle, lands, and people too.

How she has missed her rare purple castle,

And her soft bed of saffron hue.

She lost her world and all she loved,

On a cruel spring day long ago.

These are the secret things brave Nyber must hear,

Of the black dragon, brave Nyber must know.

For this brutal dragon’s name is Bracken,

His cruel minions are many and bold.

He stalks sweet Hesper every night,

With dark magick from a time of old.

Yet Hesper has found some safety,

Within Nyber’s protected, forested, glen.

She hopes this young wizard will be strong,

When great Bracken finds her again.

Young Nyber is an Elven prince,

Yet the ancient wizard way he’s sought.

Now far from his unbending people,

Many new lessons he’s been taught.

And Hesper can see Nyber’s heart,

As all pure of heart can do.

Nyber’s true heart is a heart of burnt gold,

And her heart is untamed sky blue.

She could not help but fall in love,

With one so warm and kind.

She hopes he will return her love,

When he completely knows her mind.

Yet love or not, she will run no more,

The time has come to stand and fight.

She has made some friends and allies strong,

She will face great Bracken’s might.

She must win back her form, so she can be,

The fair princess she was born to be.

She must somehow defeat great Bracken,

And find a secret, guarded, oak tree.

Around which there is a silver cord,

And a wondrous silver jar.

From this trap she must free her true form,

If her brave wizard can fight that far.

Once the magick jar is cracked the wicked spell will be,

Not as it was before,

A blue dragon will fade, a princess will glow.

Just as young as she was, once more.

But for now a young wizard, Nyber Khan,

Looks out from a lonely perch,

As dappled sunlight glistens turquois scales,

Over an ancient forest of pine and birch.

He ponders a swift blue dragon,

Untamed, wild, and free.

He wonders aloud just how strange it is,

That a turquoise dragon had come to be.

He marvels at the old Elvish she speaks to him,

She seems to love his castle of ebon stone.

She teases and flirts with him every day,

He feels happy and no longer alone.