I wear no crown, yet kings may fall, I rise through struggle, giving my all. In arenas loud, or battles alone, Victory’s child is what I’m known.

Small and bright I am a type of light Use me to start a fire Be careful I can cause some ire

Crafted by cunning conjurers, a crypt of curiosities conceals whispered secrets. Within, chapters of the arcane await the adept who dares to delve.

Dirt roads and green pastures as far as the eye can see, where a friendly smile from a stranger is not of the ordinary. Try smiling at a stranger here though, and you may just get shot, for one thing is for certain, the country this is NOT!

You can cast it Beyond a doubt Or be a remnant of your former self Keep your face to the sunshine and you can avoid seeing it