from Torrin Ral'Kade, "Thirteenth Saga: Nicator" (unfinished)

From town to town, from life to life, he ranged.

Another orphan, fleeing strife, estranged.

Who would one day turn back the Wave of Night

Who would one day begin the Age of Light

Who did, those days, set foot in every land,

Turn his hand to every job, to understand

The people, his people, his new friends.

The long road took him to the lands of snow

And there he learned to shiver, chopping wood for heat.

The long road took him to the lands of fire

And there he learned to sweat, washing nobles' feet.

The long road took him to the lands of stone

And there he learned to build, smelting ore to steel.

The long road took him to the lands of lore

And there he learned to read, to speak, to write, to feel.

And after two fours of years had passed

The long road came full circle,

As long roads often do And the orphan came to Thera

To begin, forever, anew.