17. Epilogue: The Prophecy

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The prophecy rang:


Once upon a time, in an eerie, old forest there lived a little sapling. She was the smallest and weakest of all the trees. The other trees had thick branches and they blocked out all the sun. Their roots were strong and they greedily slurped up all the water. The little sapling grew in their somber shadow.


The Creator loved the little sapling. He made sure that one golden ray of sunlight fell directly on her. The little sapling grew tall and upright in that one shaft of pure light. As straight as an arrow. Finally she passed all the other trees. And the Creator was pleased.


When her time came, the Creator turned her into the fairest, most exquisitely hand-carved arrow and placed her in his quiver. He handed the quiver to his son, the Master Warrior.


One day the Master Warrior will arm his divine bow, aim directly at his archenemy the Evil One and shoot his nemesis right through the heart. The little sapling arrow will nimbly hit her target. That is her destiny.


Her name is Eve.


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