Born of stars yet bound in chains—
She fell beneath her bloodline's stain.
Scattered coins shall find their place,
The realms unite in time and grace.
A bloom shall fall from sky to dust,
Gripping the dovetail the stars entrust.
Behind her steps, a shadow waits,
Where venom hides and silence hates.
Danger breathes in every sound—
One breath too deep, you won't be found.
She falls, but not to meet her end,
Her skybound crown shall rise again.
Can shattered truth restore the thread?
Can lost be found and silence bled?
Fear not the fangs that hiss and spit—
But her, whose hands the realms now fit.
Rise, or stumble, one last call—
The dovetail reigns, or none at all.
Who seeks her crown shall find but night.
Who curses her shall lose the light.
Everlasting—called, foretold—
The chosen one with blood of gold.
She kneels to none, she bows to few—
Born to reign. And reign she'll do.
These phrases continue to hover around them. The long-foretold prophesy conveyed by the Moon Goddess. The fate that they are all waiting for to unfold.
"Everlasting..." Ngiti ni Cosmos sabay tingin kay Esme.
"How is she?"
Esme closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the life growing within her.
The power, the divine presence, was unmistakable.
The weight of this life was not just physical but spiritual. It felt as though the fate of their entire realm rested in the hands of this child—still developing, yet destined to bring about something monumental with its birth.
"She's cultivating well."
"Kailan ba 'yan mabubuhay?" Inip na tanong ni Denrich.
"Careful, old man. You are referring to the reason of our existence." Paalala ni Signia.
"No, seriously. He's right." Ani Violeta at lumapit kay Esme para hawakan ang tiyan nito.
"You've been bearing the bearer of the divine for how many millennia now. Do you think it's normal?"
"Normal has long gone in our dictionary, V." Mahinang tawa ni Esme.
"And to answer your question, I don't know. But what I'm sure of is now that Armour seems to be more vocal of his opposition to us, we are definitely running out of time."
YOU ARE READING
Tale of Time
Fantasi[Crestopia Trilogy Special Book] History is sacred. It is something that cannot even be called valuable because it transcends that category. It is evidence-the truth that has shaped the present. But what if the history the people knew turned out to...
