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The Prophet’s ancient gaze turned to the skies;
A dragon’s roar rang out across the land.
She feared that she would soon meet her demise,
Her blood to seep into the crystal sand.
But when it seemed that no hope could be found,
A memory rose up above the sound…
Two cent’ries past, a weary Hero came,
And begged to know, “Will we ever know peace?”
And though it was her duty to proclaim,
The Prophet knew the truth no fears would cease.
“In times that even I cannot foresee.”
The Hero would not leave that future be.
And so the Prophet shared her careful scheme;
Her Scion would be born to end the blight.
The Hero swore to aid, and so would dream,
And born again, stand at their side, and fight.
The Prophet met the weary Hero’s eyes,
And Saw the Champion who soon would rise.
The Prophet’s ancient gaze turned to the skies;
A dragon’s fearsome wings blocked out the sun.
She knew that she would soon meet her demise,
And that she would not be the only one.
She could not See beyond the coming dawn,
Yet any trace of hesitance was gone.
The future she still sought was worth the cost;
The Champion would see her Vision done.
She knew this battle was already lost,
But by her death the future would be won.
“Scion and Champion, together light
The way beyond the dragon’s rav’nous night.”