LORE

A long time ago there was an island in the middle of the sea.

In it lived a people who were prosperous and free.

One night a star fell

Sinking half the island into hell

The inhabitants decided to rebuild

nevermore shall they be easily killed

They scoured the ruin of the island

Searching for something that would prevent their end

They stumbled upon the remains of the star

And found its ether had magic that would take them far

The magic that they combined with their technology

Gave them a new golden age in their history

For the power they had was shared

And the rule in the land was fair

But one day a ruler could not wait his turn

And forgot that magic ether burns

Now the whole island is in the deep

And the refugees now stuck in turtle ships





(ok "deep" may not rhyme with "ship" but it's still better than saying "sheep")