They carved their flags in the mountain stone
Swore their oaths in a rust-red dawn
Six long ages
The same old song
Choose a side
Prove you're strong
But under arches of ivory bone
Where the temple candles burned low
A tiny dragon curled alone
Guarding every fragile soul

Dr. Laras
Mini-dragon of Shallam
Six hundred years of an open door
Where others learned a thousand ways to leave
You kept learning how to love them more
Dr. Laras
Most faithful of believers
In the quiet things that heal the scar
While the world drew ever sharper lines
You invited them with an open heart

They came with armor and fractured creeds
Ash on cloaks from a distant siege
You knew every trembling hand that reached
By the way it hid its grief
You handed out forgotten berries
Named each fear like a passing storm
Knew a war was just a story
Told by hearts that had been torn

Dr. Laras
Mini-dragon of Achaea
Six hundred years of an open door
Where others learned a thousand ways to leave
You kept learning how to love them more
Dr. Laras
Most faithful of believers
In the quiet things that heal the scar
While the world drew ever sharper lines
You invited them with an open heart

You watched kingdoms fall like embers
You watched banners fade to thread
You kept every broken promise
As a prayer beside your bed
If they asked you what you stood for
You just smiled and said their name
You were loyal to the person
Long before the chosen flame

Dr. Laras
Mini-dragon of Achaea
Six hundred years of an open door
Where others learned a thousand ways to leave
You kept learning how to love them more
Dr. Laras
Most faithful of believers
In the quiet things that heal the scar
While the world drew ever sharper lines
You invited them with an open heart

[Outro] When the last horn calls for silence
And the old wars fall apart
They will find your tiny footprints
Running straight through every heart

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Scarlatan, in the year 995 AF.