Darkness fell across the land. Then the sun rose and brought light to counter the darkness. The ancient sorcerer in the central tower fell, and then placed a curse upon the land and its people.
A Child born,
Will cause the Light to become forworn,
Others will follow the Child's lead,
What chaos it will it feed,
The Dark will then rise,
And the Light will be razed.
Lighting filled the air as the old man spoke these words. He died at the end of his spoken curse before hitting the ground.
The Light rejoiced at his death, but cowered at the thought of his curse on them. The armies of the Light separated and spread out along the continent, to search, find, and eliminate the prophesied child.
Days turned to months, months to years, and years to generations. They taught their children, and their children taught their children, but the child never came. Their reach encompassed the entire world in the background, but widely known.
Time came and passed and it came to pass, that one year a terrible storm ravaged the land killing millions of people. A girl was born of the Ancients' family bloodline. Her family died during the storm leaving only her behind alone in the safety of the forest. One of the Light came, and found her. The soldier brought the girl to safety.
After the storm passed, what was left of her town welcomed her with open arms. Embracing the last surviving member of the wealthiest and oldest family in the area. For the Ancients were known for the generosity and kindness towards others. A week known family for producing scribes, healers, and priests.
The girl being the family's youngest was no more than thirteen days old. Cathrine Emilia Ancients, was her name and often behind her back she was called the orphan-born child. Cathrine was born, and everything would change.
