A dainty shadow sprang to life under her chin as a candle was brought across the chamber. Her shallow, amber eyes were focused forward and the only sound she could hear was her own breathing, deep and rapturous in anticipation to pay a great duty as a punishment in repentance for her sins. The dungeon seemed to narrow as she felt everything bottled up within her own mind take control. She felt a shift in her consciousness and her mind reached out. It was as if fingers stretched from her mind and the world melted into a creamy white. Somewhere, she felt a hold and the fingers latched onto it.

The Star of Donner is held by the one
who walks by way of the moons.

The words slipped out from between her lips like fluid. No thought went into them. Something was speaking through her, conveying an important message. She could feel the world turning beneath her, the cold of the stone in contrast to the warmth of those who watched her. Everything was falling into place.

For centuries, the bond between our world and theirs
has been separated by the Chronicles.
That bond was unleashed
and our newest member is the token.

Her mind was flying gracefully between trees and silken vines, moors and beaches, caves and mountains. The entire world was hers to see and it flashed wildly about her as she took it all in. She felt the life slowly drain from her and her mind breached the boundaries between the worlds. This one was just as beautiful as her own.

The secrets of the Chronicles
have been lost within time's great frost.
His world dwells in ignorance,
blind to our magical and terrible world.

Creatures, beings were living below her as she became the sky. Pinpoints of life were displayed for her to see, watch, and take in. She felt a slight tug and her mind fell back into her own world again. Her short time was almost up. She had to complete her task.

During the fifteenth cycle of our world,
the great moon Luminé will reach
the height of its waxing for the last time
On the first night of its climax
the great moon will collide with its sister moon, Gosset.

Her mind stretched into the sky as dark settled over the lands. Luminé was large and round in the skies, drifting dangerously close to the twin moon, Gosset. Something lurched within her and she knew she must hurry. It must be complete.

On this night, the White Night,
the cosmic dust from these two moons
will bleach the sky a brilliant white.

Her mind could see it. Stretching the corners of the once-dark sky were fragments of moon, like a vase dropped and shattered against the canvas of the atmosphere. Her voice grew louder. She must finish.

The Star of Donner, so bright and milky
will hue a dark red and its possessor
will be granted powers beyond common though:
immortal life and a link between the worlds.

Her time was running short. She could feel her body weaken but her voice only grew louder. The tension in the hall was unbinding but she was not fazed. She could see the Star now, so beautiful. She knew this was it. She had one chance to get it right.

The hunt for the precious Star has begun,
for greed gnaws at the minds of many.
To protect the worlds, theirs and ours,
control must be taken.

The path will be hard but it must be done.
Here and now, the prophecy has been spun.

With her final word, the girl slipped out of her own life and her body fell, a mere shell, on the chamber floor. Not a soul flinched save for one who paced forward and took up the cloth that was wound in the girl's lifeless hand. It was long and thin, and in the light of the candle, it was a faded azure. The shadows shone a brilliant violet and when it moved, iridescence streaked across it. To the touch, it was soft and the fabric springy but it moved as fluidly as silk. In the beholder's mind, the prophecy echoed like a faint memory. The prophecy had been spun.