Children of the Light
Prophesy of the Watchers of Alrothna
In the swirling mists before the dawn,
A rider in the dark guided by his lover’s hand.
Graves surround him, spread across the chilling land.
His early ride ends with the morning’s light,
And returns him to his lover’s embrace.
Elsewhere in the morn a prophecy is made,
spoken by a torchbearer, into stone is quickly laid,
there it lies throughout the day, till a rumor it is made.
A rumor begets a story,
A story begets a tale,
A tale begets a fable,
A fable put to rhyme.
A child’s verse about the gifts, given by a god of light,
to some of the forgotten ones, thought by some too slight.
To each gift he gives a stone, every gem unique.
To every gift a soul unique, a destiny to fill,
Leaders and Lords,
Poets and Prophets,
Children of the Light.
Rubies glitter with inner flame
in a land of fear and howling clime,
a young girl without much time,
her life a shattered, horrid crime.
Tiger’s eyes burning bright
in a young tigress of the light.
Precocious and far-seeing with her gift of sight,
falling to false friends with a darkness that is might.
Loreth’s touch is upon the jade.
Far north, a young boy’s path is made.
His adopted kin has been killed
in an E’gath raid.
A topaz shines with light for all to see,
the gift of tongues, and friends with loyalty
amongst the mountains to the west
thoughts of valor and victories.
The islands south with shimmering waves,
A sapphire with wounds to raze,
Healing friends and all alike,
within her friendly gaze.
Other worlds do heed this call,
in where the sands and heat are all,
dwells a lizard with lapis scales,
amongst the teeth of dragons’ fall.
A shining mind of great worth,
An amethyst is given berth,
Surrounded by a moral dearth,
The highest hills of magicked earth.
Hidden eyes cause those to see,
Plans shrouded in conspiracy,
Dark sights create jealousy,
And another gift is born.
In the light of day in a city beset by night,
A man of good came to learn the trials of the light.
He failed in one close to his heart, he felt as heart did shatter,
And in the pieces of the heart, he sacrificed all that matters.
In the mines deep underground he found himself a door
To a land of open wounds, lust, and misery that went against his lore.
In this land he found a lover true, a woman with darkness at her core,
they met, and loved, and plotted until he emerged to light once more.
Waited for the birth of one, a son without a soul.
The man found this son at the doorstep of a haven for the poor,
and raised, and taught, and cared for him as if his heart weren’t tore.
At the door the ebon one came,
To meet the darkness and find fame,
A lover, a mother, and a blame,
to all of life’s little games.
Magics dark, spells of night, and all enchantments deep,
As shadows from his gift grant no eternal sleep.
In utter dark he twists their souls, and the knife runs deep,
Into their gifts that he craves, their powers he does creep.
With hatred, lust, and a heart of stone
He collects the gifts for himself alone,
Each brings him closer to a throne,
And silent the Light begins to moan.
The steps are few, the time is short.
Find the gifts, erect a fort,
Destroy the knife, seek the court,
But remember the dark is the last resort.
Good wishes for your journey,
Priestess Anna-Lisa Gervotta
High Watcher of Altrothna
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