Young Vanyel once awakened from, a dream of death and 
fear. 
If he should choose to be a mage, his doom would then 
draw near, 
Of future filled with suffering was all that he could 
see 
And so he made a choice to leave k'Treva there then 
flee. 
Into the winter's bitter cold he hurried on that day, 
His mind was numbed and chilled and he could scarcely 
find his way. 
When pondering his haste made choice he thought then to 
return, 
But a magic cry for mercy made his frozen spirit burn. 

Silver and amethyst the Colddrake hunts for prey, 
Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your soul 
away. 

He caught the cry of magic then and followed it where 
is led, 
And all the while a helpless anguish echoed in his 
head. 
He came upon a holding in a sheltered forest vale, 
Destroyed in ruthless fury by a monster cold and pale. 
A woman and her children huddled near the Colddrake's 
maw. 
Her husband lay in shreds beneath an unforgiving claw. 
The beast entranced her victims neither looking left 
nor right, 
She knew full well the peasants had no way to run or 
fight. 

Silver and amethyst the Colddrake hunts for prey, 
Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your soul 
away. 

Then suddenly a man stepped fourth, a pitch fork in his 
hand, 
As if alone he'd face the beast, and bravely take a 
stand. 
Though old and frail he could not bear to watch his 
kinfolk die, 
He was the only chance they had, and he was bound to 
try. 
The old man thrust his weapon deep into the Coldrake's 
side, 
He knew his life was forfeit and there was no where to 
hide. 
As Vanyel watched, the monster killed the farmer where 
he stood. 
Distraction broke the calling as the old man knew it 
would. 

Silver and amethyst the Colddrake hunts for prey, 
Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your soul 
away. 

From hiding then did Vanyel spring, rage forcing his 
attack. 
He shielded all the peasants and he forced the monster 
back. 
With magic drawn from hidden nodes, he flung the 
Colddrake high 
And watch it's broken body plummet from the winter sky. 
Courage of the simple folk can move a man to tears, 
Or give him strength to face a foe and conquer all his 
fears. 
So Vanyel made a choice that day, he never would 
regret; 
A farmer taught a lesson that the mage could not 
forget. 

Silver and amethyst the Colddrake hunts for prey, 
Its glowing eyes can hypnotize and steal your soul 
away. 

Silver and cardinal lay on the snow that day, 
For young Vanyel unfroze his spell and chose the mage's 
way.