Yellow, Silver, Black, and Gold.
The truth is about to unfold.
Listen close for only once you shall be told.
A team of four no less no more, for this is the door that decides
all.
One of intelligence and wealth.
Another of hidden movement and stealth.
One to heal and bring bright light.
One to rise in times of plight and show the world their great might .
Gather them all, gather them I say for if you don't
the world will end in
disarray.
The prophet fell into the waiting arms of her assistant, signalling the end to her foresight.Whispers began to break out, some of outrage others of shock. The old king rose from his throne, glowing a ghostly white, signifying his blessed ancestry. Tapping his ceptor onto the marble floor, an ominous sounds rang out, effectively drawing the attention back to him.Slowly and somberly he looked over the anxious crowd, " My loyal subjects" taking a deep and baited breath he spoke again "It is time."
