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.