The Mark of the Twistr

Before

The sun may burn out

And the stars may fade

But the Twistrs were placed here

And here they'll remain

One man will rise

One truth will fall

One life to save

And answer the call

Choices to be made

And two paths arise

Be careful where you tread,

One leads to demise

Beware of the man

Gifted with the silver tongue

He will only meet his end

When the battle's truly won

Years it will take

For the plot to unfold

When the Twistrs are slaves

To be bought and to be sold

Remember these words

Keep them safe, heed them well

Be smart and don't falter

And all will be well.

The words had written themselves on the bronze tablet that sat in front of Shiarra. Prophecies often did that though. Whenever she felt one stirring out would come the slabs of metal. She would go into a trance-like state, letting the power of the fates flow through her. Channeling her natural abilities, the words would appear sometimes in single sentences, but most times a couple stanzas. But normally they're not this long . . . Shiarra thought as she peered at the words of power. The prophetess read through it, there's so many bewares, I hope the children of the future respect the fates' warning. She sighed, but that will be left up to them. That is a long while away. Shiarra looked out the nearby window to the rolling hills that were overflowing with wildflowers. She took in a deep breath, smelling the faint scent on the breeze and smiled, "Not for a very long time."

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Hello! ANNA IS BACK!!!

So I worked out some things, a lot of things but I'm pretty sure I've got it mapped out now! All that's left to do is write it!

Also, I wasn't sure if how the prophesy was made is clear. Shiarra is a metal Twistr. When she feels a prophesy coming on, she gets out the metal and opens her mind. The text creates itself on the slab using her abilities. It's kinda cool.

I will get up the first chapter as soon as I can,

- Anna Elise X)