Three brothers born of the Aydrall clan.
A sister killed by a hateful man.
She is the twin of the eldest,
A dead soul of arcane magic.
He was held the most dearest,
His fate is the most tragic.
A soul of water is born next in line
His name shall mark him and serve as a sign.
Bound inextricably to his land,
Not much can reach his iced-over heart.
Spirits of water shall join hand in hand,
And together shall be right from the start.
The youngest shall dance alone with fire,
A perfect reflection of flame's ire.
A soul traded for power,
Shown in form of dragon's breath.
Enemies before shall cower.
Lest they face the horrors of death.
Guided by magnificent powers of old.
Swift-winged companions of stories often told.
Their true purpose shadowed by prophecy.
One that reveals little of destiny.
((yeah, yeah, i know it's bad. My bro and I were just kinda bored with our chars so we decided to spice them up just a little bit))