Prophecy of the White Moon

Prologue


When the Earth and Moon become one

Chaos' will shall be done

After one thousand years it will end

Not even true love can mend

Only when the sacrifice is made

Will the Silver Children be saved

Time calls them forth

To a destination unknown

Where Evil will consume

Reunited Earth and Moon

But love will conquer all

And Evil eventually will fall

Crystal Spires set in stone

A future that shall be done

The Silver Children will undo the past

And for an eternity this shall last


Here sits the prophecy, a dead weight in my hand. The writing is old and the parchment is fragile but the words speak clearly once more. One thousand years ago on the eve of the Silver Millennium, my mother was given this prophecy with the instructions to bestow it to the rightful Keeper of Time.

I am she. My blood runs the same lines of the God Chronos, although I loath to admit his existence. Far too many times have I asked for his guidance and was rebuffed with the echoing silence. Even now I plead for his help and still he says nothing.

In my hand is the death certificate of the White Moon. My beautiful Queen and her gentle daughter both sentenced to death by powers that know nothing of human love and compassion.

Will I tell them? No. Trembling in the darkness, I allow the prophecy to float to the ground and rest still upon the cold rocks. I am the executioner as much as she is, although my hand will never touch the killing glaive.

So here I will stay, guarding evermore the Door of Time. It is not my duty to interfere but only to watch. So, with a heavy heart I will stand vigilant as everything I have ever loved is destroyed; all for the sake of prophecy.


To be continued