Far from this world lies a distant planet
System of seven, six inhabited
All are revolving around a sub called Hzkol
This group of planets, are controlled by one
Spoken in human its name would be Jaar-Gilon
Planet of millions, thirteen O Eight(1308) species residing-
Controlled by one. "Klesta Raaldos" - The race of the dominants
Though not acknowledged ancient teachings follow the path of equality
Black soil beneath grey sky, valleys of dark tree growth shine
Leaves are reflecting Hzkol, here the Klesta Raaldos toil
Here they feed...There is one ruler who commands the council of the ancients
If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four(924)
He has ruled here, eight hundred years. His name is Jiilthanor Gilon
His descendants, have ruled this world, ever since their language was spoken
He is the fifteenth recorded generation since Diithor Na Gilon
Discovered the creation tree. During his journey beneath ancient
Planets crust - hidden for aeons - the reason for his planets life-
Shining!....with life...He was struck by the beauty
Of this haggled tree
He took a branch to show his tribe a piece of ancient history
So, his prize in hand, he returned
This would change history, for he found a power
Instructing him to strike down
With force the staff struck the ground
The crust - it moaned and cracked -
Opening up and out came......creatures......twelve thousand....
Attacking the "Klesta" tribe, leaving only good alive
Creating a peaceful nation from a bloodied battle
And from then the world has thrived, and the scepter has survived
The Gilon council has ruled their planet in peaceful Har-mony
........Harmony!........
It is the scepter from Jaar-Gilon -
It holds the powers of creation -
It can bring life or it can destroy
The power used is the bearers choice