Deep in the forest, beyond the hidden realm of Moonhaven and the tranquil pond that houses the pods where a new queen is picked once every full summer solstice moon, lies a babbling brook like no other. As all brooks do, it leads to a creek, and that creek leads to a stream which leads to a river. But unlike all others, this brook holds a secret so long forgotten, that even the brook itself seems not to know much of its whereabouts.
Along the brook, along the creek, along the stream and river, you will find the willows. And among these willows, the forgotten secret lies in wait for the time of the prophecy. A prophecy forgotten even before its own existence was, though the secret remembers it well. The secret whose memory died long ago, still remembers, and waits for the night of the silver willow.
Beyond meadows still,
beyond forests tall,
A dark threat awaits,
hidden from all.
Its past is forgotten,
its future unclear.
All that is known,
is that you have much to fear.
On a night like any other,
one no one would know,
Its arrival is marked
by the silver willow.
As the wind passes through,
over rivers and brooks,
It comes with fire
burning in its looks.
The days and the nights
will blend into one,
And no one is safe
from the dark one's cruel fun.
Yet from a world beyond reach,
a savior may come.
Bringing with them joy,
happiness and love.
But only a bond,
stronger than life,
Will help this kind savior,
in winning the fight.
A bond to break all,
and save a cold heart,
Is what will keep them
from falling apart.
Anger and sorrow,
darkness and fear,
Hope will be lost
and temptation draw near.
A light that shines strong,
is all that can save.
But in the end of it all,
a choice must be made.
A battle between
the dark and the light.
And in the end,
only one can win the fight.
The secret had never forgotten, and would never forget. For in the light of the half moon that rose above its hiding place, it caught a glimpse of something glittering among the willow branches. And in that moment, it knew that the long forgotten prophecy was coming to pass. The silver willow was almost upon them, and with it would come the end of all that was good and light.
