This Sprite had a friend,
A bard who longed for freedom.
In old Mondstat ruled by a tyrant,
The people fought for freedom
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
Form mirroring its friend
Seeing the years come and go
The sprite would fight through a war,
Watching gods live and die,
Shackled by the rules of Celestia,
He watched as a new nation rose,
This new nation was declared a threat,
Wrong for denouncing the gods,
Forced to take part in the destruction of this nation
The sprite watched the people and gods
He watched as the people of this nation fell,
As they were cursed and scattered,
But held back by his invisible chains.
The sprite was forced into a slumber,
As his nation was attacked
He would wake up years later,
And right from the start,
Heard the prescience of a spy in Mondstat
Only praise and love towards Mondstat and its people.
The god decided this spy was not a threat,
With the same freedom the sprite protected,
The same freedom as any born citizen