"Listen to my story of an ancient tale, one that every mage knows like dwarves to ale.

For there are seven winds of the world, and this is the poem of each of them.

First is the color of red, a ruby shining like magma and blood, a wielder of the wind of fire to fight and dread.

Second is the color of blue, a sapphire brightly shining like a calm lake, a wielder of the wind of water can tell you its true.

Third is the color of green, an emerald dark as the lush forests of old, a wielder of the wind of earth can be seen.

Fourth is the color of yellow, a citrine calm as the shifting current, a wielder of the wind of air can move unseen.

Fifth is the color of many, a jade unclear as the future ahead, a wielder of the wind of divus can look for the future for aid.

Sixth is the color of white, an opal bright like the sun, a wielder of the wind of life can save you from harm.

Seventh is the color of black, an onyx dark as the everlasting night, a wielder of the wind of shadows can hide amongst all.

Thus the seven winds of magic have been told, a balance of our realm, the currents of past and future, to live in the present as one should.

- Jeremiah "Spear-breaker" Odinson