Reflections

Prologue

'The only thing promised to you in life is death.'

That was one thing ingrained into the past and history of The Riders. Their entire being bred to create balance and carry out the commands of the Oracle, nothing less nothing more.

The only ironic thing about the whole motto was that none of the six riders could ever really die.

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"Go fetch the king!" A maid yelled as she hobbled down the marble corridors with the wisest elder clutching onto the girl for dear life as she panted and sobbed.

The two continued to slowly walk, until they reached the royal library. The king and the queen were already sitting in their chairs as the few council members sat around them. All wrapped in cloaks and gowns, indicating the absurd time for a meeting.

"What is the meaning of this?" Demanded the King as the elder was placed in a blanket and rocked back and forth slightly as the tears on her face dried at the burning fire she stared at.

"I have a vision." The elder spoke in a surprisingly strong voice for her frail body.

"What is it, elder?" The Queen asked, in a much softer tone than the King.

"The Riders-" She turned her head and squinted her eyes as if she were observing something far far away.

"The Riders, in their next lives. They will not be together. One will be dark and the other mortal. They are not together. Something went wrong in their mission. I saw fire.." The elder spoke as every council member slowly began to lose the color in their face.

"The fire was not of our Tarragi, the flames were a dark blue color. Then I saw all six Tarragons but only 4 riders. Only 4 knights survived." Her voice was soft with each word she spoke but there was power beneath each.

The council's faces were as white as a sheet by the time the elder had finished speaking. One turned to the nearest window and flung it open as they cleared their stomach contents over the wall. Another passed out in their chair and fell to the floor, the Queen now extremely light headed leant her weight against her husband who immediately took her into his arms.

"Ah!" the Elder gasped as her eyes shrouded in a grey hew and her mouth opened, a supernatural mist emitting from mouth and nose.

"What's happening?!" A councilman yelled as he moved to touch the elder only to be thrown against the wall when he made contact with the mist. His head collided with the wall and he slid to the floor unconscious.

"The one who wields the power,

Shall be found in the darkest of hours

Their light will break the bond,

Before the time at which it runs out.

Beware for you may,

Find that the ones closest to you

Have the highest debts to pay."

The elders voice distorted as she spoke, a deep enchanting voice replaced her soft and mellow one. After she finished her mouth shut, the mist disappeared and her neck was twisted at a funny angle. The fainted councilman, woke up and the one hurling his guts out the window, turned back to the elder. Leaving only one council member unconscious.

Slowly, the maid moved closer and placed her ear in front of the elders face. Stood there for a few seconds before she looked towards them with a sollom look.

"She's dead."

And chaos erupted.