[A lute begins to play softly. A single bard-like voice sings the first line, joined quickly by a growing crowd.] [Verse 1 – Bard Solo turning into the Village Ensemble] Born beneath a silver star, From mountain roots and battle-scar, He rose with blade and golden name — The kingdom’s hope, the brightest flame. [Verse 2 – Mixed Vocals: Farmers, Merchants] He tamed the beasts with voice alone, Brought fire down from heaven’s throne. The storm would bow, the dark would wane Before the light of Alaric’s flame. [Chorus – Full Ensemble] Oh sing of the hero, the chosen, the bold! With hair spun from sunlight and heart made of gold. A sword in his hand, and the stars in his claim, He’s the spark of the dawn, the brightest flame. [Noble voices rise, grander now.] [Verse 3 – Nobles] He walks where angels dare not tread, And still, no fear, no wound, no dread. The gods themselves, they know his name — And carve it deep in halls of flame. [The magic folk join in: soft, shimmering vocals from dryads, fae, and enchanted beings.] [Bridge – Magical Chorus (soft, enchanted)] The winds have whispered, The stars have shown, His fate was written In thread and bone. [Chorus – Full Ensemble] Oh sing of the hero, the chosen, the bold! With hair spun from sunlight and heart made of gold. A sword in his hand, and the stars in his claim, He’s the spark of the dawn, the brightest flame. [A sudden soft moment — a single child’s voice.] [Child Solo] When I grow strong, I’ll be like him. I’ll fight the dark and never dim. [The full chorus swells around the child, joyful and blinding.] [Final Chorus – Grand Reprise] Oh raise your voices, lift his name! Let skies and seas repeat his fame! No shadow lives that dares proclaim A world without the brightest flame! [Music ends in a dazzling, triumphant flourish.]
