Back to square one. We're stuck with a prophesy from an old woman, a Shang
warrior, and a pale man who calls himself the White Prophet. How much
better can this adventure get? Kel thought wryly as they began to head out
towards the east with their much larger company.
Alanna paid their inn fee and then rushed out to join them on her horse Shadow's-Bane, the child of Darkmoon. The entire company fell silent as they began their blind journey, each mulling over their thoughts on what they interpreted the prophesy to mean.
Kel sneaked a glance towards the White Prophet, who now adorned himself in the same black coat she had met him in that first meeting. Once again he looked inconspicuous amongst his colorful company of newly acquired friends. She wished to know what he knew about the entire expedition. She knew that he knew more than he had led them to believe. But the reason was why. Why does he remain ambiguous and separate from the entire group? If only he were easier to talk to and more open...
"Contemplating on something worth sharing, Keladry of Mindelan?" Tyrael asked, breaking into her thought.
Kel blushed, mainly by the fact that the main object of her contemplation was of him. "What do you think about all of this?"
Tyrael remained silent for a while, the gentle trotting of the horse hooves skimming the ground reigned between them.
"I believe what we are about to do, whenever that event may occur, will be a very significant event that may even offer any one of us a huge opportunity for something magnificent," he finally concluded.
"What do you mean by something magnificent?"
"I'm not too sure Keladry of Mindelan. I am only a vessel for the many prophesies that are being foretold. I See when I'm meant to See. This Gift is perhaps one of the most unstable branch of magick that I know, Wild Magic being the other."
Kel thought over what he said. Like Tyrael, Alanna and Kel acted only as a vessel for an ambiguous catastrophic event that began in the east. "Tell me about yourself. I'm curious," she asked impulsively.
Tyrael looked startled briefly and then broke into a genuine smile. "You are full of surprises. I won't be surprised if you are the first to solve our riddle." He then looked towards the road. "I'm not too sure where my life began. I was born as how you see me here, with the pale skin, the white hair, the mysterious physical exterior that set me apart from everyone else. Yet in my village, this was considered a special gift. I was blessed with a gift that was more than the Gift of Sight; the Gift of Prophesy.
There is one White Prophet anytime there is a great evil that threatens the existence of Middle Earth, or in your language, the People and the humans. There is a rare occasion when there are two White Prophets, of which then one lives to destroy all that is living and the other as the anti-thesis, the exact opposite. It has happened before.
Now here is where everything becomes ambiguous. There has been a rumor circulating around my hometown of a sighting of another White Prophet. Yet that has to be impossible because when there is a birth of a White Prophet, he or she is immediately sent to a special school for training. I was sent to such school and received the appropriate training. However, I haven't met any other White Prophets in that school. It was an immense relief to both my masters and myself. If this rumor reveals itself to be true however, we have indeed a great foe on the other side."
Kel gaped at the man in horror. This sort of information was a giant revelation to a world she had never known about before. Even such an established person as Alanna or Numair had never mentioned something like this before.
"How come I've never heard about this before?" A voice suddenly asked sharply.
Kel looked round to see that Alanna had made a complete about-face, halting in front of Tyrael. Her face had turned pale from hearing about his story, which was no surprise. This was a whole new set of information that threatened everything that existed. The Shang likewise had turned his horse around, but his face wore a scowl, threatened by this new revelation that was ready to tumble his world apart.
"It was never really a secret. I've never heard of my school as something of a hush-hush. There really had been no need for a White Prophet. The last White Prophet that I know of had walked on this world many years before when the dragons roamed this world rather than in the realms of the gods. It was through him that the dragons came back from existence. I believe that this sort of record just simply deteriorates from age from the extreme doubt of its probability."
Alanna looked at him startled by his blunt and absolute wild prediction. "How can you be so sure about human nature to conclude something like that?"
He faced his pale ice-like glance towards her. "If I know anything about human nature, especially those who posses pride, anything that is highly improbable will be likely concluded as something fallible and be destroyed, considering that document to be merely fiction."
She looked away. "But to think that these people would be so reckless over such an old document..."
"The Shangs have never mentioned something like this before. Surely a battle that had changed a course of history would be mentioned in our trainings," the Shang attacked.
"Perhaps your teachers did, but in a different name. Maybe they weren't too sure about the validity of the word of mouth, or oral tradition. Do not the Shangs teach their pupils through the techniques that had been passed down, rather than reading from the book?"
"Well we fear that by writing it down in a book would risk a chance of exposure."
"So perhaps this war had been passed down orally. However, because it happened too long ago, people began to fear that the tale had been exaggerated and therefore ruled it out as something that might have happened, but to a smaller degree."
Nighteyes went silent, contemplating on what Tyrael had just said.
"You have a rather cynical view of people, don't you," Kel commented, looking at the now confounded Alanna and Nighteyes.
"I believe the mortals are born evil. It is through experience that they learn kindness and generosity," Tyrael simply replied and urged his mount to continue on.
Well that's a food for thought, Kel thought silently as she trailed after him.
Alanna paid their inn fee and then rushed out to join them on her horse Shadow's-Bane, the child of Darkmoon. The entire company fell silent as they began their blind journey, each mulling over their thoughts on what they interpreted the prophesy to mean.
Kel sneaked a glance towards the White Prophet, who now adorned himself in the same black coat she had met him in that first meeting. Once again he looked inconspicuous amongst his colorful company of newly acquired friends. She wished to know what he knew about the entire expedition. She knew that he knew more than he had led them to believe. But the reason was why. Why does he remain ambiguous and separate from the entire group? If only he were easier to talk to and more open...
"Contemplating on something worth sharing, Keladry of Mindelan?" Tyrael asked, breaking into her thought.
Kel blushed, mainly by the fact that the main object of her contemplation was of him. "What do you think about all of this?"
Tyrael remained silent for a while, the gentle trotting of the horse hooves skimming the ground reigned between them.
"I believe what we are about to do, whenever that event may occur, will be a very significant event that may even offer any one of us a huge opportunity for something magnificent," he finally concluded.
"What do you mean by something magnificent?"
"I'm not too sure Keladry of Mindelan. I am only a vessel for the many prophesies that are being foretold. I See when I'm meant to See. This Gift is perhaps one of the most unstable branch of magick that I know, Wild Magic being the other."
Kel thought over what he said. Like Tyrael, Alanna and Kel acted only as a vessel for an ambiguous catastrophic event that began in the east. "Tell me about yourself. I'm curious," she asked impulsively.
Tyrael looked startled briefly and then broke into a genuine smile. "You are full of surprises. I won't be surprised if you are the first to solve our riddle." He then looked towards the road. "I'm not too sure where my life began. I was born as how you see me here, with the pale skin, the white hair, the mysterious physical exterior that set me apart from everyone else. Yet in my village, this was considered a special gift. I was blessed with a gift that was more than the Gift of Sight; the Gift of Prophesy.
There is one White Prophet anytime there is a great evil that threatens the existence of Middle Earth, or in your language, the People and the humans. There is a rare occasion when there are two White Prophets, of which then one lives to destroy all that is living and the other as the anti-thesis, the exact opposite. It has happened before.
Now here is where everything becomes ambiguous. There has been a rumor circulating around my hometown of a sighting of another White Prophet. Yet that has to be impossible because when there is a birth of a White Prophet, he or she is immediately sent to a special school for training. I was sent to such school and received the appropriate training. However, I haven't met any other White Prophets in that school. It was an immense relief to both my masters and myself. If this rumor reveals itself to be true however, we have indeed a great foe on the other side."
Kel gaped at the man in horror. This sort of information was a giant revelation to a world she had never known about before. Even such an established person as Alanna or Numair had never mentioned something like this before.
"How come I've never heard about this before?" A voice suddenly asked sharply.
Kel looked round to see that Alanna had made a complete about-face, halting in front of Tyrael. Her face had turned pale from hearing about his story, which was no surprise. This was a whole new set of information that threatened everything that existed. The Shang likewise had turned his horse around, but his face wore a scowl, threatened by this new revelation that was ready to tumble his world apart.
"It was never really a secret. I've never heard of my school as something of a hush-hush. There really had been no need for a White Prophet. The last White Prophet that I know of had walked on this world many years before when the dragons roamed this world rather than in the realms of the gods. It was through him that the dragons came back from existence. I believe that this sort of record just simply deteriorates from age from the extreme doubt of its probability."
Alanna looked at him startled by his blunt and absolute wild prediction. "How can you be so sure about human nature to conclude something like that?"
He faced his pale ice-like glance towards her. "If I know anything about human nature, especially those who posses pride, anything that is highly improbable will be likely concluded as something fallible and be destroyed, considering that document to be merely fiction."
She looked away. "But to think that these people would be so reckless over such an old document..."
"The Shangs have never mentioned something like this before. Surely a battle that had changed a course of history would be mentioned in our trainings," the Shang attacked.
"Perhaps your teachers did, but in a different name. Maybe they weren't too sure about the validity of the word of mouth, or oral tradition. Do not the Shangs teach their pupils through the techniques that had been passed down, rather than reading from the book?"
"Well we fear that by writing it down in a book would risk a chance of exposure."
"So perhaps this war had been passed down orally. However, because it happened too long ago, people began to fear that the tale had been exaggerated and therefore ruled it out as something that might have happened, but to a smaller degree."
Nighteyes went silent, contemplating on what Tyrael had just said.
"You have a rather cynical view of people, don't you," Kel commented, looking at the now confounded Alanna and Nighteyes.
"I believe the mortals are born evil. It is through experience that they learn kindness and generosity," Tyrael simply replied and urged his mount to continue on.
Well that's a food for thought, Kel thought silently as she trailed after him.