Dark green talons thud against the floor, pacing in circles as the dragon's steps became heavier with frustration. Lucid stared down at the floor, his forked tongue flicking. The designs of spirals and eyes along the temple's stone walls had always been a comfort for him, a sense of completeness and pattern, but now it just felt as if he had an audience of dragons waiting for a prophecy from him, expecting a prophecy from him. Some dragons didn't think he was an important part of the nightwing tribe, mostly because of his hybrid heritage, his mother was a nightwing and his father a rainwing, but there were dragons who expected greatness from Lucid despite this.
Lucid stopped his pacing and more slowly walked towards the open window in his room in the Temple of Foretelling. He stared out at the night sky, the light of the moons reflected in his pure yellow eyes, well, the one moon, the other two were still new, currently not able to be seen in the sky. That one that was lit was full, shining brightly as if even it was prepared for a great foretelling of the future from Lucid. Lucid growled quietly to himself, "why was it me who hatched beneath your light? A dragonet who never gained the power you should have granted? A waste of potential!" The nightwing tribe knew he hadn't had mind reading, so they assumed he must have had the power of prophecy, in fact they still believe that he had prophecy; Lucid had foretold many events so far...but he really did not have this power...
It was an act, a scheme pulled together with another power Lucid did have. Lucid looked down at his talons, talons of power. Lucid had planned out the words of prophecies and used his animus magic in secret to make them come true; force a storm to roll into the sky, enchant a weapon to make a battle go in the nightwing's way, and make it sound like it was fitting with the prophecy he had made. No one knew about this power of his, no one knew of the power he didn't have...except one dragon.
Lucid leaped out of the window, beating his black wings, the bright yellow speckles on them looking like over saturated stars. He glided down to the small cabin next to the Temple of Foretelling, the only building near the temple. He landed in front of the door, rapping one claw on the dark wooden door. The door opened slightly, a bright pink eye glancing through the door. The door opened, the nightwing in the cabin had a comforting smile on his face, his deep purple scales shimmering slightly from the candlelight inside. Lucid couldn't help but smile back, "Hello, Fate, could I come in, I'm having a bit of an issue." Fate looked slightly concerned, for he knew that tonight Lucid was expected to be delivering a prophecy, as he said, "sure, of course, you should know by now you're always welcome here."
Lucid walked into the cabin, his wing brushing Fate's for a moment. Lucid laid down onto the fur carpet in the middle of the cabin, sighing quietly. Fate sat down next to Lucid, rubbing one of his purple talons across the green and black scales of Lucid. Lucid began to explain, "Puppeteer is expecting me to see something about how the nightwing's will become the tribe in charge with the plan he's piecing together, problem is that not only do I not know what to even do to make something believable about this, but I don't even know what his plan is! How could I do anything about that?" Fate tilted his head slightly, thinking for a moment, "do you really need to make something believable? The tribe believes everything you say, because you've always made it happen...you could...you could just piece together some mystical sounding words and phrases and enchant something to just make it happen one way or another" Lucid considered this for a moment, "that seems unsafe, it could happen in a way that is more of a bad thing than it is good...but...I don't know exactly what else to do. What if it goes wrong?" Fate gently grabbed Lucid's head in his talons, "It...it won't, we'll be safe, perhaps we could construct the spell to also help us out of this mess, perhaps have an ending point that could distract Puppeteer and the tribe so we can run off and live peacefully...together, we'll be safe"
Lucid silenced for a moment, nodded, and then stood up and strode over to a nearby table. Lucid reached for a blank scroll on a nearby table, and wrote,
6 dragons born of unseen powers
will destroy the ongoing pattern
A being from each tribe that's not night
Will be fated to be used for our own fight
Fear the claws of the frost
Beware of the one who lost
The only thing that mattered to them
For they will seek their end
One seeks more power, another revenge
Two more seek homes and the cold jaws...
Will silence the applause
Lucid looked down at the scroll, a look of uncertainty yet determination on his face as the flame of the candle lit his face and danced in his focused eyes. Lucid looked at Fate and quietly said, "This will be our solution, this will be their answer." Lucid placed a talon onto the scroll, and took a deep breath, ready to change the path of Pyrrhia's future.