Defying Destiny



Prologue: The Prophecy



Many, many years ago, a prophecy was uncovered by the Wise One known as Azulongmon. It was a prophecy that discussed the fate of two worlds. The fate that rested in the hands of angel children and the angel's guardians. It was not known when or where it was to take place or with whom. All that was known was the tale it told.



//Eight guardians for eight children,

One who can destroy it,

One who can save it,

One who can see it,

And one who can lead it.

One who will create a new world,

One who will bind them all together,

One who will remain truthful through peril

And one who holds the sincerest trust in them all.



As the Darkness progresses,

Four will reunite with those who thought all hope was lost.

Four children are chosen,

But not those of angels.

They will fight for two worlds,

But one will be lost

And later reborn.\\



Years of research went into the prophecy, but to no such avail. The Sages became skeptical of it's depth, and rumors spread throughout their realm that it held no such truth. Thought to be a prophecy hoax by the dark forces that ran rampant through their realm and then becoming nothing more but a mere myth. Azulongmon gave into the rumors and the prophecy was dejected, becoming just another story. It wasn't until Azulongmon's dying days did signs of the prophecy's truth become apparent.



Azulongmon had sat in his chamber looking out to yet another stormy day. It had been storming for days. It wouldn't have been too big of a deal to the Wise One had a young boy not woken every night in a cold sweat and run into Azulongmon's chambers exclaiming of vivid dreams, dreams like a story the Wise One used to tell him. The young boy was not the only one with such dreams however. People throughout the realm were having those same dreams. Tension rippled through the Northern region, humon and human alike were scared about how so many could have the same vivid dreams.



Azulongmon himself was sensitive to them. His dreams, however, were not so vivid. His dreams were that of images flashed before his eyes and then dissolving into other images. A stone monument with the prophecy that was mistaken for a myth years ago popped up between images, with a whispery voice reciting the lines. Each dream was short and left the Wise One, withered with age, both weak and weary.



Finally, Azulongmon entered the Sage's Realm to recover the prophecy he founded long ago. He came to the conclusion that the prophecy was indeed real----not a myth as thought to be---- and the dreams were warnings on what was to come of the world. The Realms were off balance, dark forces were becoming more difficult to control and Azulongmon felt his powers sifting away. He knew that his time of death was coming. He knew that the Age of Nemesis was upon them...





To Be Continued...



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Author's Note: So, what did you think? This was only the Prologue as well as a prophecy so it's supposed to seem sort of mysterious. More will be explained with in the next chapter...



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