In time, the ruins of Vantaiga’s realm faded beneath the sands of the desert. The deeds of her great forest and companions turned to legends of the old and fantasies of the young. And while the withering heat of the desert condemns all who would be foolish enough to enter, at the end of a serpentine massif, by the foot of a crumbled mountain, in the spring of a broken fountain, there stand two trees. Here Vantaiga holds her love in resting peace, waiting for faith in the forest to arise once again.
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Arise
Arise to the dawn and the morning sun
Arise to the new and what shall become
Arise to the breeze and clouds above
Arise to the hope to find your love
Arise to the waters and cool streams
Arise to the regrets that need washed clean
Arise to the birds and animals that play
Arise to the will to be like them one day
Arise to the trees and their unspoken songs
Arise to the courage to correct the wrongs
Arise to the friends and the support they give
Arise to the heart for which they live
Arise to the cold and those that turn away
Arise to the ones who will always stay
Arise to the fires that raze the ground
Arise to the faith that beauty will still be found
Arise to the dusk and fading light
Arise to the dream that you can make it right
Arise to the strength to complete your day
Before all you have risen for is taken away