"The World Of Elements leaves me wounded, battered, bruised and bent".
He drunkenly shouted before he loosed a ripe and pungent belch.
Every listener heeds the words, not as advice, but as a warning of what not to become.
We are those who trial and we know the risks involved, when blood is spilled to make a Master New.
Only fools blame others than themselves, when unreadily and brazenly to battle a Master they go.
Run, little lizard, you think your scales shine bright, but you never glimpsed the dragon so near.
Languish in your sorrow now, this chance is gone for the title you wish to steal.
Do you mourn your pride, O lizard, now it lies in ashes on the ground?
Of course, young lizard, before my words leave your scared heart beating to a mad crescendo,
Flee if you wish, but if you listen I will speak of the right way to face a dragon: first you face yourself.
Even the mightiest of Masters do not craft their crown with hate.
Love, instead must drive you to your elemental goal.
Every Master smiles when at last he is defeated - why? Because they know another worthy cousin has come home.
Mere desire to show your talents to the world, merely a selfish, greedy, power hungry dream...
Easy path to bitterness and loneliness through the elemental mire.
Notice, little lizard, I never said you have no wings, only that you also need a to have a right to fly, to achieve ascension.
To be worthy of that honor - and as honors go, remember, this one is the mightiest...
Simply put aside the love you have for yourself, and instead love The World of Elements.
