All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Apologies to everyone I'm roleplaying with. My financial aid for my classes was messed up, so its been a few stressful days trying to get that figured out. But I should hopefully be able to make replies within the next few days.