The Prophecy

The Council | reflections...

But, as Seth Obrac had pointed out at the very beginning of the Council of the Sacred Volcano, the Runes only described and reproduced the natural phenomena that were manifesting themselves on the surface of Innàa, more or less. It was tragic, but perfectly uncontrollable and no one could see, now that there was no longer any hope of Eternal Intervention, how the Runes could remedy it. Half Moon, though also convinced of this reality, could not grasp the reason for the presence of the Lince. For, so indisputably, Runes were only Literature, and only that, how to understand that one Lince had felt the need to assist to the Council and another had intervened. It must have been more important than that. It had to be!

There was, however, a term in the sacred text that had pricked more than one ear, pointy or not. It was that of "Quest". It had to be something big: a quest is not a matter for the common man, right? The Great Repartitor, as a fine strategist, had perfectly understood the primordial importance of this term to increase the attention of his room. And he used it when the chuckles turned to laughter, for want of anything better. The tension rose a notch. To fuel the debate, the humans spontaneously donated several of their traditional songs and some ancestral prophecies that more or less confusedly evoked the period of the Red Sun, and the presence of "Balls of Fire". They spoke bluntly of an inexhaustible source of supreme power, which did not surprise anyone as the taste for power is a well-known human inclination. But above all, they insisted on a choice that the Eternals should make:

For the other Communities

Are not worthy of pride

That the Eternals showed them.

On what was based the supposed choice that the Eternals would be led to make, it was not mentioned, but whatever mattered, the Humans had always claimed to be the favorites of the Eternals, without being able to bring the slightest beginning of proof to back the claim off.

The Gelflings were just as courteous in producing a song from the Early Ages, sung in the old-fashioned way and later translated, to the joy of most of the guests who had very little taste for the first age will-o'-the-wisp' s balsamic(1). Again, it was mainly stories about fields, birds songs, change, secrets, armed lords and revelation.

Quicksilver then revealed the most important of the elven prophecies. It too was from the First Age, and unlike those just presented, he implied that it was more accurate. He stood up and intoned the prophecy that had been recited so many times, looking straight and impassively, with a proud stature:

From the plains of Innàa will rise the clouds

Which, from time immemorial, have preceded

Eventful times.

The starry sky

Always illuminated

He also feels

A strange event.

Orion, Elven Knight

In an oblique movement

For a fleeting moment

Will disappear from the present time.

Then, enlivened by a new glow