Confusing Stuff I Wrote In My Journal

Wisdom twists and turns around the bend of fate that we create. With our books, our songs, our speeches, the world we envision is made.

In every shadow rests a word. A word springing from danger, fear, superstition. Why do we fear the dark? Because our worst words wait there. Each one of us in powerless to stop them. They can only be erased by thousands of words from thousands of mouths.

Even then all may be lost. For they have been forgotten before only to creep back into the thoughts of a few and spread like a plague.

Often the light sharpens the shadows that they may pierce all the deeper. For it too is made from words. Often it is believed that the words come from the light. But if that were so, we would not have so many shadows. Unless all shadows and all lights were the same.

Prophecy of the Immortal (story)

Elysse smiled slightly, though her eyes remained cold. "Yes. This is all true. But your knowledge is still incomplete. Allow me to recite to you the entire prophecy, translated from the old tongue to our own:

A blood red moon rises

and brings war in its

wake from all parts

of the world Uhdrea.

 

With the Immortal lies

the world's fate. With

his strength, his mind, and

his faith will he triumph.

 

His choice alone

will mark the way. No

other will force

his hand beyond his will.

 

Marks he does bear

to make certain his identity:

eyes of the green sea, a

bloody sword, a scaled chest.

 

He will need a band

of brave companions,

a path to walk,

and an ending to life.

 

For he brings with him

secrets and terror,

life and destruction,

an end to the war.

 

(Read all previous parts of the story here: http://propheciesofshadow.blogspot.com/p/chapter-one.html)

Marks (story)

Elysse nodded. "'Marks he does bear, to make certain his identity; eyes of the green sea, a bloody sword, a scaled chest.' Is this all you know?"

Aerana had searched for extra information before she had brought the matter before her husband. Being unable to read, since she was not a priestess or a member of any arcane guild, she had not been able to find much in so short a time. But she had discovered something more. "He will decide the fate of the world," she said, awe touching her voice.

(Read all previous parts of the story here: http://propheciesofshadow.blogspot.com/p/chapter-one.html)