Prologue
"It's time." The black haired girl says.
"Are you sure?" The redheaded boy asks.
"I'm positive this time Reid. I feel it." She responds.
"Ok, Lena. I believe you. Can you please read the Prophecy?" Reid responds.
"Sure," she replies, walking over to a box. She unlocks it and picks up the old, withering parchment. She takes a deep breath, closed her eyes, then recites-
"Unto eight the Prophecy calls,
Without their help, the world will fall.
Summon together all of these eight,
And even bring back those of death state.
Two of ice,
One of a bow.
One of the future,
And out her tower another must go.
One of powers,
Two of the past.
And when they come together,
Their mark on the world will last.
Bring them together,
But you have been warned.
One of them works
For the evil queen once mourned."
Lena opens her eyes back open again.
"Shall we go get them now?" Reid asks her.
"Already on my way." Lena responds, sinking into the shadows and out of sight.
