Prophecy

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Somewhere in Africa a feminine scream ripples through the jungle...

A mother is frozen, as if she is paralysed,
Her daughter watches horrified as her mothers eyes go white and starts to talk in a eery voice.

"The one with the power to vanquish dark lords approaches,
born as the seventh month dies,
They wither at her touch,
The one with the power to vanquish dark lords approaches,
Her power made from the end,
Began in green,
A false prophecy,
Old magic invoked,
She shall become the hallows master,
And enemies beware,
The one with the power to defeat dark lords approaches,
She shall be marked as an equal,
Yet she is so much more,
Enemies shall fall,
And a new age will start,
Light or dark, both or none,
It shall depend on her wish, on her treatment by the world!
The one with the power to vanquish dark lords approaches!
Born as the seventh month dies!"

The beautiful seer suddenly snaps out of her trance and comforts her daughter.
Little did they know, right at that moment history went down in the British department of mysteries as a unspeakable watches with fascination the creation of a prophecy orb...

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