Prolouge:
The Words On The Stone
A long abandoned rock garden stood at the cliff, near the peak of a mountain. It formed a semi-circle ending at the foot of the cliff and in the middle stood the largest, the only one that had passed the test of time. It contained ancient carvings, a man who was covered in robes and had runes on his head, took up the most space. At the base of his image were characterseached with a different foreshadowing.
When the blood of kings and peasants mix...
When the brother and sister finally meet...
When the order begins to fall apart...
When the assassin assists the target...
When the vengeful attacks the innocent...
When energy is controlled...
When fire and water make each other stronger...
When earth and air develope a common cause...
When the blood no longer restores youth...
When the spirits are forgotten...
The only test the rock failed was protecting itself from nature, moss covered whatever else was written. As the sun began to rise, it's light struggling to pass the horizon, a faint ray touched one of the runes, it shone blood red.
"My return draws near" said a deep voice as the wind blew.
Author's Note: sorry for the short intro, but i had to set the scene for the later events. Trust me the story will become more interesting as it progresses.