Bayeux

The journey into the mountains began surreptitiously

An invitation to unite the lands in a timeless bond for the future of our kind

The motley troupe of rogue wanderers and spirited youth

Had all seen the same vision, a whispering gate where volition and nobility

Entwined with monastic sight to liberate the blind and free those who had doubted

That an eagle could lead us all to better days

Remnants of memory infused the path which led through the dusty pines

And mirrored lakes, holding true to wartime chants that filled the elders with sadness

Spells of protection followed the honest fellowship through milky nights of expectation

Beyond the eyes of the forest, which spotted movements, alerting the travelers

To threats, hidden amongst the shadows