Over green fields, mountains and hills,
a sea of trees lies, called the Druimmor forest.
Whoever walks past it indeed gets the chills,
a few would dare enter, only the boldest.
Legends say inside lives a Fairy,
a creature usurping all living souls,
she takes and collects all she can carry,
souls of the people she now controls.
Then came a hero, warrior from Dunglanys,
searching for honor and fame,
he knew the legends, and all else about this,
but hunting the Fairy was no child`s game.
The hero there went and entered the forest,
all by himself, his courage, his blade,
wind started howling, mist was the coldest,
yet even then his will wasn't swayed.
As he was walking, deeper and deeper,
the warrior regretted having no companion,
the hero has felt his end's gotten nearer,
when woods started chanting in old Battanian.
Cold sweat started dripping from warriors face,
all of the sudden, arose the Fairy queen,
hero has fallen to her embrace,
she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"Fear not, my love", she said to the hero,
"now i am yours and you are mine,
welcome to family, my beautiful willow,
you are the one that's destined to shine".
The warrior became her most loyal servant,
the best and the strongest there's ever been,
with hair and the eyes red as a currant,
he started being known as Ioren the Wolfskin.