For seven days the Emerald Fire
Laid siege to royal Pesa’s spires.
In the distance black smoke billowed
As wheat fields burned like funeral pyres.
And so before the course was laid
A goblet, carved of finest jade
A tribute to the green flame’s might
In hop its ire could be assuaged.
But ’twas a poisoned cup, the mousefolk learned
For all who drank from it were turned.
Muridea was overrun
And soon all kingdoms fell... save one.