It has been more than a year since I'd heard the whispers of the ancients. I had begun to worry, believing for a moment they had abandoned me, lost beneath the snow of my now war torn homeland. It has been only weeks since we have retreated behind our walls. When, in the night my dreams were again invaded by their whispers. I found a strange comfort in their return. Perhaps with their help I could again find my way. Their return brought not just comfort however, they too brought a new prophecy. It seems so far none have yet come true, perhaps I am mad? Or perhaps this will be the first. I set sail tomorrow, with not a clue where I go.
- The Prophecy of Three -
"The battle ended, begins our rest
Yet I feel compelled, to leave the nest
A far distant land, just beyond reach
Covered in rocky shores, and sandy beach
Not just here, these islands be
No they exist, in a pair of three
Filled with riches, and ancient wonder
No man has yet, to steal their plunder
I set sail, to find these lands
Unfurl their mystery, beneath the sands"
"The battle ended, begins our rest
Yet I feel compelled, to leave the nest
A far distant land, just beyond reach
Covered in rocky shores, and sandy beach
Not just here, these islands be
No they exist, in a pair of three
Filled with riches, and ancient wonder
No man has yet, to steal their plunder
I set sail, to find these lands
Unfurl their mystery, beneath the sands"
