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The tale of a sprite

A wind spirit

This Sprite had a friend,

A friend it held dear,

A bard who longed for freedom.

In old Mondstat ruled by a tyrant,

The people fought for freedom

And Mondstat was freed

But this friend was unable to see it.

“I took the form of a friend”

The sprite would later say,

Watching over the new Mondstat the people had created

The sprite lived on

Form mirroring its friend

Seeing the years come and go

The sprite would fight through a war,

Watching gods live and die,

Living on as a victor,

One among seven.

Shackled by the rules of Celestia,

He watched as a new nation rose,

One free of the gods.

This new nation was declared a threat,

Wrong for denouncing the gods,

And war broke out again.

Forced to take part in the destruction of this nation

The sprite watched the people and gods

As alike they fell

He watched as the people of this nation fell,

As they were cursed and scattered,

Wishing he could help

But held back by his invisible chains.

The sprite was forced into a slumber,

Unable to help,

As his nation was attacked

And his friend poisoned.

He would wake up years later,

And right from the start,

Heard the prescience of a spy in Mondstat

Investigating in secret,

He found no ill intent,

Only praise and love towards Mondstat and its people.

The god decided this spy was not a threat,

And would be welcomed

As a child of Mondstat,

With the same freedom the sprite protected,