Legacy of heroism
Dating back before the change
When the first one set off
To face the darkest foe
Beginning the bloodline
Where great ones rise from birth
Not every one has won
Many fail and fall
Crushed beneath the legacy
Their ancestors forged in pain
Shedding blood and tears
To be blessed by all the gods
Some have called them cursed
Stricken with a wanderlust
Urging them to roam
In search of challenges and death
Never knowing
If they are the next to rise or fall
Do not weep for the Callindor line
Or believe them to be blessed
Each one marked
Hated by those with evil hearts
Who wish to wipe them out
And end a legacy of legends




