My journey is already complete
My name is Shanalotte
The dragon gave me this name, for I was born with none
I was born of dragons, contrived by men
By ones who would cozen fate herself
They are the ones who created me
But they failed
Like a moth drawn to the flame
Your wings will burn in anguish
Time, after time
For that is your fate
The fate of the cursed
Each king has a rightful throne
And when he sits upon it
He sees what he chooses to see
Or perhaps, it is the throne
Which shows the king
Only what he wants
Long have I awaited one like you
Who would break the shackles of fate
Long have I tended to the fire
Watching this world decay
Those who come to Drangleic
Soon lose hope and turn hollow
It happens to them all
Perhaps this is your future
Will this cycle ever end at last?
The curse must be repeated
Will we ever learn from the past?
In failure we are all defeated
Each king must sit this throne
And when he sits upon it
It shall be his enemy
Or maybe, it is the throne
Which shows the king
This is his destiny
Long have I awaited one like you
Who would break the shackles of fate
Long have I tended to the fire
Dreaming of this very day
When darkness came upon this world
The king refused to set me free
Despairing fate, he locked away the throne
And left humanity the key
For ages I have endured this curse
To await the end of my suffering
Yours is the fate to light the flame of hope
And in it burn eternally
Each king will sit this throne
And when he sits upon it
Then he will truly see
The flame is the throne
Which burns with want
And the cycle repeats
Fate would not be bested, and men were cursed once again
If you proceed, Nashandra will come after you
Knowing that you will take the throne, and link the fire
She covets the First Flame, and the Great Soul
Put Nashandra to rest
Bring an end to your journey, and mine