There has been an ancient prophecy for as long as anyone could remember, shared among groups in the worst of times. During the reign of the past Emperor, people expected it to be the only way out of the suffering they endured. But now the reign is over, and nobody knows what the prophecy is about, or if it's true at all. Most people see it as mumbo-jumbo.
(and yes i stole this from a poem, and adjusted it a bit)
Where dips the Rocky Highland,
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake.
Where the raindrops boil
And demons roam the land
Through a life of grim and toil,
We'll need a helping hand.
There'll come a human child
To the waters and the wild.
And if she doesn't come
With a staff, hand in hand.
Our realm and lives are done
For this world is more full of weeping
then you can ever understand.
