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)

Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest

The story continues, only this time the reader is swept back 300 years before the story of Redshift Hive was told. The darkness of the Lord hornet is beginning to cloud all of the Western area of Weirock, and there is one nest left in Shatuf's domain that he must conquer. A Lord hornet is preparing for battle, a prophecy is unfolding, a small band of companions journey off into the Western world, and the race for time is about to begin!

"A shadow stole silently down the corridor. It slipped passed the hanging wall fixture and out into the courtyard. Night slept on in its full slumber, not waking to find the figure stealing up to the Pool of vapid water. Not even the wind would stir on a night like this, dark clouds were moving in unnoticeably. The short figure never dared to pull the hood from her head. Her head was seen to bob back and forth, making sure no one was about. The hour of the night was late, giving her unwatched freedom to do as she pleased. The small wings thrummed in the night air and landed the young Yellow Jacket down beside the Pool. She sat down cross-legged near the water’s brim. She sat with her claws folded in the lap of her cloak like the young maiden she was. Her large almond shaped eyes closed… the silence waned on. Suddenly underneath her lashes the girl’s eyes flitted and her face grew tense. Her claws clasped each other tighter as the heat from her body quickly rose. The water rippled, much like something had been dropped into the centre of the Pool… all grew still once more. The girl’s eyes snapped open and her head lurched around. She was gazing at the dark sky in the deeper West. Like a flash of lightning a spiral of blood-red and poison-like green shot up into the air from the far reaches of the West. The girl could not move from where she sat, her eyes were fixed to the spot and her heart pounded as if it were ready to burst. She clutched the cloak tighter about her and stood in amazement at the spectacle before her. The spiral of colour flamed in her eyes as a great fire; it seemed as if perhaps the colours were burning and flickering as they shot up towards the heavens. Something inside of the flames called out to her, reaching for her, yet she wanted to run and hide. Suddenly the flames of red and green were sucked in together and vanished. The small girl’s eyes still burned with the picture she had witnessed. Her wings and limbs were weak with fear and her eyelids could no longer stay open. She crumpled to the floor in a dark sleep."

Briar Frost, from the book of Weirock, A Tale of Sklaire's Nest." (ch. 4 pg. 22)

Weirock, A Tale of Redshift Hive

“Bar those doors, hurry, lock them tight. Get the spears and arrows from the east section and bring them up front. Take that trolley of darts back and refill their cartridges.” Captain Skie was bellowing out orders when a volley of arrows struck the wooden door with a thud. Many of the guards out front had been killed or wounded from the unexpected approach of Lord Dane’s army of eight-hundred. Captain Skie had no time to count the loss of his men, but he was sure that over ten had been slain, just from the arrows of the army without.
After some time, only the noise of rain, thunder and wind was heard out of doors. Those inside waited agitatedly for what was to come. All was silent for five minutes, as each archer strung their next arrow and each sling was re-loaded.
A young scout from up front bounced from foot to foot waiting for what was to come. His hand itched closer to the slat in the door with none around noticing. He quickly pulled the slat upwards, giving vent to the hole. Before anyone could lay their hand on him to pull him from the slat, he had succeeded in leaning up against the door and poking his eye up to the hole. Nothing was seen through the hole from the errant scout, for just as his eye popped up to the peep hole all those inside the tower could see an arrow growing out the back of the scout’s skull. He slowly crumpled to the floor. A gurgle erupted from the dying scout as blood foamed from his mouth. A trickle of green liquid dripped from the scout's eye and down the side of his face.
“Poisoned… they have poisoned arrows! The slimy maggots!” A guard cursed as he noticed the green poison issuing forth from his dead comrade's pierced eye.
“How dare he open the slat!” Captain Skie stomped across to the dead scout. “I warned you all not to do such, and now we have one less scout. You see what has happened to him, and if I catch any one of you betraying my orders I will kill you myself!” An angry yet somber salute was given by all to their Captain’s orders.

--Briar Frost, from the book "Weirock, A Tale of Redshift Hive." (Part II "A Tale of Slavery," ch. 37, Pgs. 288,289)

“He teacheth my hands to war,
So that a bow of steel is broken in mine arms.
For by thee I have run through a troop;
And by my God have I leaped over a wall.”

---Psalm 18:29, 34 (KJV)