Ok so this idea came to me in a dream... corny sounding I know but it was an AWESOME dream... I just hope I write it down correctly... thank you subconscious!
Prophecy 1
On the night of a new moon
With white powder blanketing the earth
The third child of the boy who lived
Shall be born into a seemingly normal world
For eleven years she shall live in peace
Until the plight of the world becomes partially revealed
Seven years she shall strive to heal
That from which our power is made
Should she fail our rock will rupture
And into the molten flow of the earth
Shall all life be consumed
The first prophecy of man, though most important by far, went unheard as it crashed to the stone floor in the department of mysteries with almost all of the others. No one understood it then, no one knows of it's exhistance now, and so the warning went unheeded, forgotten in time.
I am already working on two stories at the moment so I have no plans to start this right away, but let me know if you thinks it sounds like an intresting story.... I know I loved dreaming it and I already have the first few chapters written, yeah, I know, I have no life.... oh well!! :)