Gryffindor's Prophecy
Protologue
'Godric, oh Godric! Don't do it! Just because Salazar left, doesn't mean the school's doomed! With you and Salazar gone, there won't even BE a school!' Rowena Ravenclaw grabbed Godric Gryffindor's arm, in attempt to stop the sword from reaching his skin.
'Leave me, Rowena. I want to do this in peace.' Godric said sadly.
'But why? Why Godric?' Rowena cried.
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerfull boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fullfill his duties.'
With those final words, Godric Gryffindor plunged his sword into his chest, and slowly, the world around him faded.
Protologue
'Godric, oh Godric! Don't do it! Just because Salazar left, doesn't mean the school's doomed! With you and Salazar gone, there won't even BE a school!' Rowena Ravenclaw grabbed Godric Gryffindor's arm, in attempt to stop the sword from reaching his skin.
'Leave me, Rowena. I want to do this in peace.' Godric said sadly.
'But why? Why Godric?' Rowena cried.
'I have foreseen a boy, an extremely powerfull boy, who will bring me to life a thousand years from now, and if I don't die soon, he will never remember me in history, and not fullfill his duties.'
With those final words, Godric Gryffindor plunged his sword into his chest, and slowly, the world around him faded.