When shadows crept and moonlight died,
The Praesidium slept — their guard aside.
Through whispers cold and footsteps sly,
We took Mythicus beneath the sky.
No malice moved our silent hand,
But faith in Mythica’s noble band.
We gave a quest — a daring game,
To prove their strength, to guard their name.
They fought with wit, they stood their ground,
Till echoes of their triumph sound.
Yet had they failed or lingered late,
He’d miss the Doop — sealed by fate.
With proof in hand, the pact was clear,
We spoke the words they longed to hear.
The secret place, the hidden track,
Led Mythicus at last — back.
Now joy returns where fear had been,
The bond restored, the slate wiped clean.
But heed this vow — it won’t be then…
Until we meet in dark again.