The Prophecy

Celis sat on the edge of the wide windowsill and wiped the rain from her wet claw on her tunic. She leaned back against the window-framing and closed her eyes. The Queen waited for a moment, almost to cause the effect of reverence to seep into them. Celis could hear the faint pitter-patter of the heavy mist now falling onto the leaves of the trees. The night before, when Celis sat in the Queen’s chamber for the first time, she could feel the coming of the grey weather, perhaps that was why she was more sensitive over the whole matter. The rain began falling a bit earlier than she had predicted, but it was only a mist at first. Now though, Celis could see a light fog moving in and the trees were now dripping with the heavier mist that had rolled in. She enjoyed this Summer weather, but she prayed that by the time she was to leave the nest the weather would let up.

Celis quickly turned her thoughts back to the matter at hand and began preparing her heart and mind for the words that began flowing from the Queen’s mouth.

“Where the hand of death comes down to reign
And where the silent sleepers die,
There the Great Shepherd doth sustain,
And gathers his children on high.

Give ear, oh Nations, the Shepherd’s call,
Give ear to the Master of the skies.
Comes a soul that has been damned from the Master’s Hall,
The one with unseeing eyes.

Where water turns crimson, and the Fire Stones cool,
Where a female child is born,
The Prophecy is unveiled in Lagirithron’s Pool,
And her life to the Great Shepherd is sworn.

Born to surrender, born to foresee,
Born on a journey to lead,
Through her sacrifice she will set one free,
And bring light to the West through her creed.”

The words of the prophecy resonated in the air as if the waters from the deep had been unleashed and had tumbled down into a beautiful glen.

By: Briar Frost, From: Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest (ch. 11, pgs. 75-77)