Prologue

Child. Tuck yourself in bed
And let me tell a story
Of Lemuria, a kingdom passed,
and a girl born for glory.
Lost from our world came she,
Treachery gave close chase,
She raised her sword and flew,
For she feared not the race.
Three long lost lights to save,
A mad queen to defeat,
The journey would transform her,
Her destiny to meet.
The path home tragic and faint.
Beware the night, Child of Light