Between the dark green branches

lies a white soul, but he is so small.

He lost his family to the Svartur Sálir,

and with that went his heart.

He cries up to his ancestors above,

"What can one do? I am only one.

I have no weapon to my name,

or shield to protect me.

I have lost all my loved ones.

I am only one.

What can one do?"

It was night in the heavens above,

and the ancestors were asleep,

except one who burned bright in the sky.

The Appilsingulur Gongustjørna Jupiter

saw the young Reva's bravery and courage,

and bestowed upon him the magic of Eldur.

"Brave Young Reva,

with this you shall ignite a fire within

the dark disturbed hearts,

turning them into ashes.

Brave Young Reva,

but you must remember,

only use this power

to protect what you love."

Between the dark green branches sprung a soul,

holding the Eldur in his paws.

He flew like a halastjørna through the night,

an orange against the indigo,

traveling over swaths of burnt pine trees

in search for the Svartur Sálir.