Author's Notes: This version of the Star Wars universe is shared between me and my brother. However, it was my idea to put the stories on this site.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Sorry.
Key: Normal, Writing
"Mercans believe that one must determine their own destiny. As such, prophecies are rare and usually ignored. However, there is one prophecy that dates back to the Mercan landing. It is heard by every Force-sensitive born on Merca on the same day each year. It is known as the Prophecy of the Snake."
-Stories and Legends of Merca
Admiral Shane Riff looked out the small ship window and smiled. His fleet had landed only five days ago and they were already deciding where the various clans would live and work. He then frowned as he remembered how advanced the other cultures of the galaxy were compared to them. Perhaps those Mercanus would share some of their own technology? That would be excellent.
He began walking forward, and heard the crinkle of paper under his foot. He sighed as he picked up the sheet. There had been a limited supply aboard, and no time to restock. Consequently, paper was rarely used on the fleet's journey. He then noticed the writing on the sheet. Interested, he began reading.
' Her mother a dragon born of a hammer and a wolf, her father a jewel prized above all else. Those who dwell below will fall at her hand. The servants of the ones who designed the galaxy will cower before her might. The scholar, the chosen one, the hidden chessmaster, the heroes of the frozen conflict. She will join their ranks. SHE IS THE SNAKE. SHE IS COMING.'
Shane frowned and put the sheet in his pocket. Maybe someone else could figure it out. Before he turned to leave the ship, he looked at his watch, which had been modified for the planet. It read 13:10, and, according to the new calendar, the day was Vikun, the fifth of Raenak. Well, he thought as he smiled, time to start a new life.
Alright, that's my prologue. Tell me what you think. And yes, there is some foreshadowing in here.