“What is it?” The woman asked. “The prophecy?” /"Upon the day summer ends, a defeat shall usher forth the rise of a kingdom and the end of peace. It shall be on the day that the sun turns dark, the lost one shall bring the dawn of mankind and a change of leadership/," The dark cloaked man replied. /"Upon the day the sky burns with fire, a secret meeting shall cause a new fury. On the day the sky is brightly coloured at night, a pure blood shall mark a rise of faith./" "That's it?" The woman shouted angrily, loud enough to scare her disciple, but not loud enough that others walking above them could hear. "I wait for more than a century and this is what you give me! You bastard!" "Th-the rest of it is forgo-forgotten," her disciple stammered. "No-nobody knows. It..it's history." "She's coming closer, I feel it," Her disciple fell to the ground on his hips when she said this. "If she finds us, we're gone! Nobody knows what her elements will be! Get it, you old fool?" She jabbed her walking stick at the man's face. "This is the only weapon we have," She continued. "The Power Of The Dark shall guide us in this journey." The woman brandished an antique, blue, gleaming dagger. Darkness surrounded them....................
