Whispers elven spells struggling against those of demonic kind
Only small blinks of light lingered in the vast sea of black chants as the man
Shattered in both body and mind, laid there for many moons

Found lifeless in the woods
After the tormenting battle with the black monster of stone
An Elven chantress had dragged him into a shelter
And stayed there beside him as he restlessly dreamt
The curse of the demon reached deep and overshadowed the hope of recovery

But it had not gone the way the Night Demon attended. Death had waited

A breath of will, the first true sign of life since the defeat
The chantress startled in relief
The spell was beginning to fade, Light was present
He opened his eyes in disbelief waiting for the unholy welcome of afterlife

The Elf told him everything about the struggle for his life
The long dark moons and the truth behind the Saga of the Black Mountain
The dragon created to guard and protect the holy Wheel of Time
A powerful machinery granting its Master the way to the past and to the future
She shivered when talking about the Night Lord, the Forger of the black sky
Manipulating the creature with his spells and using the Wheel
For his own deadly purposes of Evil
No one was to control the Black Dragon
Except him and his minions of chaos

The man listened in gratitude
But didn't care about any of it
About the past, about the future
No, his mind was set on only one purpose
His was a task of blood and death
He would rise! He would have his vengeance!