Thunder is booming and time spinning out of control. A young woman sitting in a dark desolate room with people she trusts around her. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head saying words barely fast enough to be understood and written. A prophecy of an evil to come. Of hope of dragon and human becoming one.
A Dragon's Will
"Four on two will combine with
Four of wing.
They will find One Fair One Angry One
Strong of mind the other
Relentless like the age of time.
Together an evil the must fight. Bound
Together they will bring the
Light."
She, the guardian, falls to the ground convulsing. Yelling the Prophecy louder and louder, each time she says it her soul leaks out of her mouth. Her brothers and sisters knowing she is dying. Everything goes quiet and still. They all gather around her the smallest of the group starts to cry. Everybody joins in and after a while it started to quiet down then one of them starts to ask questions about this evil omen telling them they aren't strong enough to stop the evil, but they have to turn to the beasts hunting them all down.
"This is wrong. Why so we have to turn to them? Their Evil, they won't understand any of this." One cry's out.
"We should just let this evil come. It's not worth the trouble to make peace with them." Another cry's out.
No, our sister is right," said the little girl. "Our future rests with these beasts. We must make peace. Or all our hard work would have been for nothing."
They all looked shocked at this little girl who was just crying and just then they realized that this little girl was right and they hung their heads in shame for disrespecting their lost sister.
"She is right. We must make peace now." The oldest of the Elders said.
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