Black Queen

Four

"Dear prophet, have you had any recent visions? Will my uncle be alright?" A princely figure asked of the prophet as he was dismissed to his room.
"Oh my child, don't worry about your uncle. He will surely receive the fate he deserves. I have had recent visions, but you must keep them secret. Lock them in yourself and your inner being. Let no one see." The prophet chuckled, the gender still lost.
"I promise to lock away what you tell me. Please prophet, I strive only to see as you do, dream as you do, and to feel as you do. My uncle finds these goals of mine disgraceful and abhorrent to the name of the throne of the Beneath."
"Alright son, now follow me down to the cellar. I've got something to show you. But be careful that no maid or servant sees you, you may be reported to the king. Fall behind me in stride."

The princely figure stood over the balcony over the main floor of the house and waited until the prophet had turned the corner before he began to walk. Taking a detour behind the gardens, the princely figure came upon the door of the prophet's and slipped inside without a sound, and without the sight of the maids and butlers following him.
"Prophet. I have come to seek your wisdom." He declared, the door closing behind him.
"Come, son. I am in the back room. You know where to find me." The prophet chuckled in an ambiguous tone.

Appearing around the corner, the prophet motioned for the princely figure to come stand beside it in the great empty room with minimal furniture and a smoking incense in the center in a tin plate suspended above a flickering candle. The prophet put a hand up to stop the prince at the edge of what seemed like a circle upon the floor drawn in bone dust. The princely figure watched in awe and amazement as he saw the smoke from the incense float into the air to form figures and other shapes upon the prophet's command.

A horizon with a small child, and an army behind him appeared in the white spirals of smoke. They appeared to be nearing, and they didn't seem happy.

"Prophet. We must change the corrupt ways of the throne, or we will perish."