The soft scratching sound of a quill on parchment is heard in the dark room. A lone candle burns, shedding a small glimmer of light on the paper. It is well past midnight and all the other citizens of the town are fast asleep except for the lone occupant of the room. She is a seer. Depending on what you believe to be true she has been either blessed or cursed. The future is a wide open book for her to see and read. She is one of the few, one of the special and she is always alone. Even on a crowded street she is all alone. Her face is a mystery to herself and pain is something she is well acquainted with. Whether it be physical or emotional she has felt it all. Her age is unknown only that once long ago she was referred to as a crone. The years have been long and hard on her. The end is in her sight. She welcomes the peace she foretells with her passing. But first she knows that she must complete one last prediction of what's to come. One that will leave hope for all that are left behind. But one that can not easily be accomplished. With a smile on her withered face she holds the completed poem in her hand and draws her last breath as the flame flickers and dies out.
At noon that day a scream was heard throughout the village. The seer's servant had found her lady keeled over dead on her desk. With the paper clenched in her hand. After summoning all the residents, everyone soon realised that the paper was her last prophecy. It was her last thought of what would one day come to be. To them not all of it made sense but still each told their children the prophecy so that it would not be forgotten and in hopes that one day it would be answered and come true.
Unexpected
When all seems lost
And pain is high
Revenge is on many minds
So shall they appear
One of night
Other of day
Together they will
End the war in any month that they may
Many will lie
And pretend
Saying that it was them that I now send
But all shall know them
By what is in the night sky
The moon be blessed
When gold and silver collide
And time does not apply
He shall emerge with more power then the rest
Sky and earth shell send
A goddess to defend
Keeper of the light
Warrior of the good fight
As different as can be
These two are what we need
To bridge the gap
And spring the last trap
But all remember this
Both are two halves of a whole
When the moon falls in love with the stars
And the dog chases the blossom
If by chance it catches this flower
Their broken hearts will melt into one.
And peace will rain over all the lands.
Because love conquers all.
And no one remembers to expect
The unexpected.
Many years later a powerful sorcerer, named Duzie read this prophecy. It was added it to a magic book of prophecies that he had cast a peculiar spell on. He called the first book "Things to come". The second book was titled "How Things came to be". One told the of the predictions still not yet achieved and the other of the creatures who met the requirement of old propheciesand their stories. Because both were magic if at some point in time a prophecy found in the book Things to Come was fulfilled it would then be transferred into the book How Things came to be. Little did Duzie know that it would be those books that would fulfill this prophecy and bring two very powerful people together. A world renowned (thought to be) cold hearted killer and a young, powerful, attractive sorceress.
They would meet across time and space to satisfied the old fortune. Two books and a mix up in their titles brought them together. What kept them side by side was a mystery. And in the end who knows if they'll stay as a match or not. This is their story, and how their prophecy was answered.
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