An old woman, Watrea by the looks of her, sat in a cave hundreds of years ago. There was a noise, like pebbles falling, and a young man walked up to her.
"Grandmother, the fighting grows worse. They predict the war will go on for years now. The Airies have allied against us with those of the Firii tribe. We will be eradicated." he said hopelessly, looking at the ground.
"No. Remember the prophecy."
He looked up, angry and afraid. "Grandmother, the prophecy was made years ago! It's too late... too late for them to come."
She sighed, tired of the youth and their ignorance. "Prophecies take time to come true. Cling to it, it's the only hope we have. Recite it for me please."
"Fine. "An effort made/ the children's glade/ they'll find the answer in the shade/ there will be four/ finish the war/ that is the keystone to my lore/ her name is rebirth/ three-halves of Earth/ a bit of Air will prove their worth/" That's correct, isn't it?"
"Yes child. Very good. They will come soon... soon..." The old woman coughed, and he rushed to help her.
"I certainly hope so Grandmother."
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Elemental
FantasyIn a world inhabited by personifications of the four elements, a teenage girl must face something more difficult than anything ever attempted: unifying the Elementals.
