The Prophecy
In the place without time an evil shall rise,
A half-blood, thought dead, to be wisdom's prize.
One choice, with a catch, leads death to call,
But there's grace in defeat, and beauty in the fall.
One hero, willing to fight against fate,
Will lose what they love, just a moment too late,
And with a final breath, in the shadow of the sun,
A debt shall be paid, a curse undone.
