Chapter 3-The New Quest
The Palace wasn't in ruins anymore. It seemed to be half the size, but not in ruins. The army followed close behind. Lapblood and Temp was carried to the river. They put the bodies on a raft and let them out to the river.
"Why let Temp go!" she cried walking into the river.
"No Boots" said Gregor pulling her back. "He has to go"
"What was the Rings of Snadwich again?" asked Mareth turning to Luxa.
"Three rings Sandwich wore. The Death Ring, the Fortune Ring, and the Ring of Prophecies" said Luxa.
"We have to find and destroy them?" asked Gregor thinking of the Prophecy of Heroes.
"We don't know...maybe they will be destroyed by the Kings or Heroes?" suggested Mareth.
"'As the Rings are destroyed the Warrior might rise'" said Ripred.
"I think we should just find these three Kings and allience ourselves with two" said Lizzie.
"I wonder...does these Rings have anything to do with this" said a soldier pulling a ring from his fingure.
She looks at the diamond and a propheies appears in the stone floor:
The Prophecy of Gray
Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.
The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.
The gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest.
The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.
An overland warrior, a son of the sun,
May bring us back light, he may bring us back none.
But gather your neighbors and follow his call
Or rats will most surely devour us all.
Two over, two under, of royal descent,
Two fliers, two crawler, two spinners assent.
One gnawer beside and one lost up ahead.
And eight will be left when we count up the dead
The last who must die must decide where he stands.
The fate of the eight is contained in his hands.
So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps,
As life may be death and death life again reaps
The Prophecy of Bane
If Under fell, if Over leaped
If life was death, if death life reaped
Something rises from the gloom,
To make the Underland a tomb.
Hear it scratching down below,
Rat of long-forgotten snow,
Evil cloaked in coat of white
Will the warrior drain your light?
What could turn the warrior weak?
What do burning gnawers seek?
Just a barely speaking pup
Who holds the land of under up.
Die the baby, die his heart,
Die his most essential part.
Die the peace that rules the hour.
Gnawers have their key to power.
The Prophecy of Blood
Warmblood now a bloodborne death,
Will rob your body of its breath.
Mark your skin, and seal your fate.
The Underland becomes a plate.
Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.
Bring the warrior from above
If yet his heart is swayed by love.
Bring the princess or despair,
No crawlers care without her there.
Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.
Those whose blood runs red and hot,
Must join to seek the healing spot.
In the cradle find the cure
For that which makes the blood impure.
Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.
Gnawer, human, set aside,
The hatreds that reside inside.
If the flames of war are fanned,
All warmbloods lose the Underland
Turn and turn and turn again.
you see the what but not the when.
Remedy and wrong entwine,
And so they form a single vine.
The Prophecy of Secrets
Dancing in the firelight,
See the queen who conquers night.
Gold flows from her, hot and bright.
Father, mother, sister, brother,
Off they go. I do not know
If we will see another.
Catch the nibblers in a trap.
Watch the nibblers spin and snap.
Quiet while they take a nap.
Father, mother, sister, brother,
Off they go. I do not
If we will see another.
Now the guests are at our door.
Greet them as we have before.
Some will slice and some will pour.
Father, mother, sister, brother,
Off they go. I do not know
If we will see another.
Prophecy of Time
The war has been declared,
Your ally been ensnared.
It is now or it is never.
Break the code or die forever.
Time is running out,
Running out
Running out.
To the warrior give my blade.
By his hand your fate is made.
But do not forget the ticking,
Or the clicking, clicking, clicking.
While a rat's tongue may be flicking,
With its feet it does the tricking,
For the paw and not the jaw,
Makes the Code of Claw.
Time is standing still,
Standing still
Standing still.
Since the princess is the key,
To unlock the treachery,
She cannot avoid the matching,
Or the scratching, scratching, scratching.
When a secret plot is hatching,
In the naming is the catching.
What she saw, it is the flaw,
Of the Code of Claw.
Time is turning back,
Turning back
Turning back.
When the monster's blood is spilled.
When the warrior has been killed. You must not ignore the rapping,
Or the tapping, tapping, tapping.
If the gnawers find you napping,
You will rot while they are mapping
Out the law of those who gnaw,
In the Code of Claw.