Phaedrus the Phantom, the most kindly of the Spawn,
Found a foal that seemed quite lost yet still walked on.
"Child, you should go to the surface," spoke her soft voice.

"Why would I go to the surface, given a choice?"
Asked Auseklenis, the pale, strange, heraldic child.
"Down here is family, and the beautiful wild."

"You live on this level?" she asked, rather bemused.
"Why wouldn't I?" the child countered, seeming amused.
"This is the dungeon, it is full of much danger."
To her, every moment, this child grew much stranger.
"I know! ...My parents do tell me not to wander,
But how can I not, when there's magic to ponder?"

It seemed to her that this strange child, they were obsessed.
"I'm also looking for undead," the foal confessed,
Unaware of Phaedrus sharing self-same nature.

She asked, "Why look for the dead, when you could just live?"
"I want to learn magic, and they have much to give!"
The child easily replied. She gave a long sigh.

"Tell me of your parents and then I will guide you,"
She told them, knowing many who learned did rue.
"Fine... You're no fun. They are Vakarine and Mantis."
She had heard of Vakarine... She guided them thus
To her, the witch of Oneiros. And she then thought,
As form did fade... This child would be trouble if taught.