The Prophecy

Queen Saloron looked at her guest. She was an elderly woman with large rings around her eyes. She gave off a distinct aura of power. The woman straightened her glasses and started talking to Saloron about what a joy small children were. Suddenly her eyes rolled back in her skull and she fainted into a chair. When she rose, her eyes were slightly misted and the irises, which had previously been a deep brown, were now a bright gold. In a soft voice she said:

In the years to come an ancient evil shall arise

And threaten the world of Drahcoterra

The two born royal will come to power

With the three great ones picked by the Goddess

And taken from the far away

The three great ones will be the distinguished

As the intuitive the psychic and the blessed

These three shall help the two born royal

Retrieve the crown of their fathers and bless their kingdom.

Teachers of renown shall teach them all

The two royal shall be mage and mind-mage

Three shall come together to defeat the ancient evil

Of different magics they be

Apart, weak; together, strong

Yet not all is good in togetherness

The servant shall deceive them

Close friends will die, and not be dead

The two royal taught by their mothers

Sisters in more than heart,

Known by the signs of two gods,

Wisdom and Mother, working together

Now, above all remember this:

From thy seed this comes to pass.