Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A prophecy...

Farwill had fallen asleep, dreading what she would see. She opened her eyes again, finding herself surrounded in a bluish-white mist. "Is it a prophecy?" She asked, her voice clear and unafraid. She had been here before. Last time she was here - which was 10 years ago - she had received a prophecy as well. There was silence. Then:
"An ancient pact,
A deadly act.
The fall of the city
Is by revenge,
Not pity.
For blood will be spilled
If blood is not killed.
Remember those words, seer, for they are the fate of the wizarding world." The voice drifted off, and Farwill was left straining for more words. As an experienced one with the Inner Eye, Farwill knew what most of it meant. With a flash of bright light, Farwill was suddenly awake, tired, with all her energy gone from her. "A great prophecy is beginning, Fortis, and it will begin tomorrow, when the new year is beginning. Lyreade is in grave danger," she murmured to her bobcat, sighing.

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