"The trees have said, it will be done,
The waters have whispered, we will lead the way,
The ground has groaned, it will be done,
The winds have joined, as it is written
All of nature added in, it is all foretold,
Ask the one with hair as fire, favoured by the bold,
Guided by the Gods themselves, trained for the Gods,
Yet they can not foretell, the fires will help them well.
Call the one who lives with the trees,
Nature will guide her well, she shall guide them in return,
With the eyes of the hawk she will find her way, her way to victory.
Recruit the one with scars, scars of mind and flesh,
Destiny calls her back, back to face her scars,
Her scars of flesh and mind.
Catch the one who is condemned,
A thief of hearts and riches,
No longer with the people, the people of his land."
The Queen of Winter read the letter and smirked, Nature had a way of finding the path people couldn't. Indeed, they were just as Nature foretold.