The Prophecy

4th Movement: The Stormy Road (1)

Elwìnn

9 Lïon 1307 – 5:00 a.z.

_Hey there! Can't you be careful?

Manoël Link had just been shoved in the middle of Elwìnn by a troop of rude travelers, according to him. It was without mentioning the obvious fact that he was taking all the pace in one of Elwìnn's typically tiny alleys. Close by, on the doorstep of an old house with carved wooden borders, Flavien was laughing, looking at his friend and colleague. He was still scanning the cloud of dust produced by said indelicate travelers.

_ What? Manoël said in a tone blatantly irritated.

_ Seriously, man... You wouldn't be in this kind of trouble if you hadn't taken up all the space! Look around you! How were they supposed to pass? By jumping? It was just Half Moon and her friends...

_ Without waiting for the Pope? replied Manoël now more surprised than upset.

_ Why would they? Have you seen wings on Flavie has wings? Or Fenril? Think about it... If they want to make in time to Slindya, they have no choice but to dash... continued Flavien, factually. Then, noticing Cyd coming his way, Flavien added with a teasing voice, That was a great intervention, a little too belligerent for my taste but I admire the everlasting effect!

_ By the Eternals, can't I have a break? Forget about me a little! It's easy for you to mock but I said aloud what...

_ ... everyone was thinking quietly. We know! Bud cut, exasperated.

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment, none of them backing down. After a moment, they grinned, returning their attention to the others. The Wise elves who lived in Elwìnn had been given few times to prepare their bags and get ready for the long trip to the Walk of Prophecies, while the Pope was apparently checking their flying route with Quicksilver. Bud and Cyd were chatting with the many inhabitants who had begun to gather, waiting to wave their goodbyes and wishes of farewell to the Wise Elves group. Manoël, still on his pegasus, finally dismounted, joining the growing crowd. In the end, only the Great Pope and Quicksilver were missing. The place was getting stuffed... Packed... With the wise men all assembled there, in the heart of Elwìnn, each one with their mounts, and all the other men and women elves of Elwìnn, waiting for the moment they will depart... Some of them were still hoping to change the Pope's mind about giving up the Elvish Runes, even if that seemed already compromised: it was very difficult to change his mind when he was set on his decision...

The streets of the city were filled with the many discussions and those of the winged horses, so full that there was soon a real problem of space. Even more so when the twins' two green dragons, which until then had been making large circles in the sky, decided to sit in the middle of the merry company to talk to their horse friends. The twins were waving at them, hushing them to stay away, but the dragons were stubborn and were already beginning their approach. Suddenly, a loud, deep voice stopped them all in their extreme agitation.

_ What's all the commotion?

The Great Pope, followed by his magnificent white Pegasus, ready for the long fly, heavily harnessed, was coming from his Pinstàal. The dragons took to the sky again, at the serious face of the Wise One. No one answered the question that was asked, which, moreover, demanded no answer. And it was in a suddenly heavy atmosphere where no one dared to express a single thought that the Wise Elves said their goodbyes and rode on their winged horses towards the Shadow of the Sun bridge, as Half Moon had done not too long before.