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nauseated. He could feel the bile in his stomach rise. He swallowed hard, closed his eyes and drew in a few breaths to settle his stomach. His fingers still rested upon the page and he began to read the Prophecy that lay beneath them. As he read, the sensation he’d first felt became stronger and he needed to sit before his legs gave way. He pulled out a chair from one of the desks and sat down.
He’d read this passage many years before, but back then it had never affected him like this. He read the prophecy again. It worried him that this prophecy was to come true. He didn’t know how or when, but he was convinced it was to unfold in the near future. He left the book open on the desk and retrieved a piece of paper. He sat and began to jot down the words of the prophecy. When he’d finished, he read his copy to make sure he’d written it word for word.
He swallowed as he felt the burning sensation rise in his throat again and his magic continued to tingle as he wrote down the title of the book. Brother Astern closed the book and he carried it to the far end of the room and slid it into its place on the shelf. As he left the room he rolled the piece of paper up and tucked it into the sleeve of his cloak. The sensation he’d felt eased and he no longer felt ill. He locked the door behind him and made his way on to his morning classes.
After the morning lessons, Brother Astern went into the great hall for lunch. He sat with the other Wizards and listened as they talked about their morning. He didn’t make mention of the prophecy he’d discovered and it still weighed heavily on his mind. He excused himself from the table and stopped to speak to the Hierarch. He wanted to meet with him after he’d finished his lunch.
When the Wizards of the Keep spoke to each other they used the word ‘Brother’ before their name to signify their status, but when they spoke directly to the Hierarch they made certain they used his title before his name.
The Hierarch agreed to meet with him.
Not long after, Brother Astern knocked on the Hierarch’s door.
‘Come in.’
Brother Astern felt comfortable as he entered the room where books studded the walls and the windows overlooked the garden below. Because the Hierarch’s study was located high in one of the turrets it provided a view of the rooftops of the common below.
‘Yes, Brother Astern, you wished to see me?’
‘Yes, Hierarch Jacob. This morning while I checked the Prophecy rooms, I found a book open upon the floor. When I picked it up to brush away the dust from the pages, my powers of prophesy ignited. They were so strong, they made me feel ill.’ Brother Astern reached into his sleeve and withdrew the prophecy he’d copied and handed it to the Hierarch.
The Hierarch unrolled the page and read the prophecy
Upon the land the snake will glide,
As it moves along it will slither and slide.
It will gobble up whatever it decides,
Wether it be skin, tooth or hides.
Then it will spit forth whatever it may like
On and on it will repeatedly strike.
It will come with vengeance and a false set of lies,
Offering much but holding with ties.
That of the Arts will lead its path
These two will both lead with splits in their hearts
Darkness will overtake the land, it will churn
So balance must be restored, or all upon the land, will burn.
But before they shall come
A child will be born
And seeing him so
You will know this be true
Whose passion for justice and peace will reside
Deep down in the depth of his eyes
You will know him this thing you should seek to hide
The shimmer, which lies there down deep inside
As he lays on the floor of the circle with fear
He may scream, he may wail but will not shed a tear
His will, will decide the fate of his race
And all of the four must be put into place
To banish this menace the head he must take
To bring balance back that’s what is at stake
The Hierarch was in his fifty-eighth year. He’d been brought to the
He’d read this passage many years before, but back then it had never affected him like this. He read the prophecy again. It worried him that this prophecy was to come true. He didn’t know how or when, but he was convinced it was to unfold in the near future. He left the book open on the desk and retrieved a piece of paper. He sat and began to jot down the words of the prophecy. When he’d finished, he read his copy to make sure he’d written it word for word.
He swallowed as he felt the burning sensation rise in his throat again and his magic continued to tingle as he wrote down the title of the book. Brother Astern closed the book and he carried it to the far end of the room and slid it into its place on the shelf. As he left the room he rolled the piece of paper up and tucked it into the sleeve of his cloak. The sensation he’d felt eased and he no longer felt ill. He locked the door behind him and made his way on to his morning classes.
After the morning lessons, Brother Astern went into the great hall for lunch. He sat with the other Wizards and listened as they talked about their morning. He didn’t make mention of the prophecy he’d discovered and it still weighed heavily on his mind. He excused himself from the table and stopped to speak to the Hierarch. He wanted to meet with him after he’d finished his lunch.
When the Wizards of the Keep spoke to each other they used the word ‘Brother’ before their name to signify their status, but when they spoke directly to the Hierarch they made certain they used his title before his name.
The Hierarch agreed to meet with him.
Not long after, Brother Astern knocked on the Hierarch’s door.
‘Come in.’
Brother Astern felt comfortable as he entered the room where books studded the walls and the windows overlooked the garden below. Because the Hierarch’s study was located high in one of the turrets it provided a view of the rooftops of the common below.
‘Yes, Brother Astern, you wished to see me?’
‘Yes, Hierarch Jacob. This morning while I checked the Prophecy rooms, I found a book open upon the floor. When I picked it up to brush away the dust from the pages, my powers of prophesy ignited. They were so strong, they made me feel ill.’ Brother Astern reached into his sleeve and withdrew the prophecy he’d copied and handed it to the Hierarch.
The Hierarch unrolled the page and read the prophecy
Upon the land the snake will glide,
As it moves along it will slither and slide.
It will gobble up whatever it decides,
Wether it be skin, tooth or hides.
Then it will spit forth whatever it may like
On and on it will repeatedly strike.
It will come with vengeance and a false set of lies,
Offering much but holding with ties.
That of the Arts will lead its path
These two will both lead with splits in their hearts
Darkness will overtake the land, it will churn
So balance must be restored, or all upon the land, will burn.
But before they shall come
A child will be born
And seeing him so
You will know this be true
Whose passion for justice and peace will reside
Deep down in the depth of his eyes
You will know him this thing you should seek to hide
The shimmer, which lies there down deep inside
As he lays on the floor of the circle with fear
He may scream, he may wail but will not shed a tear
His will, will decide the fate of his race
And all of the four must be put into place
To banish this menace the head he must take
To bring balance back that’s what is at stake
The Hierarch was in his fifty-eighth year. He’d been brought to the
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