The Prophecy

The Undergrounds of Kahr-O-Tirr | the Entrance

It looked like a vast vault dug deep into the rock. It was overlooking a dark tunnel that seemed to sink further down into the earth. A sort of platform had been set up in front of the entrance as if to accommodate potential travelers. Two imposing winged statues, carved on either side of the entrance, watched over the security of the place and magical symbols engraved all along the archway helped them in this difficult task. In the center of the vault, another winged statue, seated on a beautifully carved silica throne, gazed far ahead, ready to give warning of the slightest evidence of invasion. The work of the stone was remarkable; it looked as if the statue was alive, so soft seemed its skin and its eyes intense.

Half Moon entered the path that led to the terrace. She was hesitant as if the splendor and immensity of the doorway crushed her, forcing upon her a humble and humility attitude. She felt the omnipotence of ancestral magic emanating from this ancient building, a pure magic, the magic, builder of stones and cities. Fenril followed her closely, clutching her legs and raising his astonished eyes to the sky.

_ That looks very old, he finally said.

_ It must be as old as the Ancient Roads.

He nodded.

_ Hey, Half, I don't see them ... The Sphinxes. Are we at the wrong door?

_ I don't think so, maybe it's those statues.

_ But there are three statues... Which ones are the sphinxes?

_ I don't know! ... maybe all three!

_ Do you have the Dragon Scale?

_ Wait, we can't continue forward without Flavie. You said you've spotted a path that's almost passable. Show me.

The wolf turned his back on the incredible entrance, dragging Half Moon along in his footsteps. He showed her a small winding path that snaked through the mountain between the rocks and other huge stones. Sharpening her sight, Half Moon discerned Flavie's black dress far down in the valley. She had tried to follow her companions along a path, despite being rendered more and more difficult by the sudden advance of the mountain in the plain. Thus, Flavie had had to cover twice their distance. She was happy when she received the mental message from Half Moon announcing the discovery of the entrance of the tunnel. From above, Half Moon guided her steps up to the rough road. Soon enough, Flavie was beginning the difficult climb.

Sitting on a large rock that bordered the embankment, Half Moon and Fenril watched her while regaining their own strength. They hadn't dared to rest their eyes on the vault sculpted since the first time, for this place, so powerful, troubled them.

From time to time, Flavie would disappear, hidden by the mountain, reappearing further away, like a spirit rising from nothing. She took a turn on the path and disappeared from view once more. However, this time, she did not reappear. She had disappeared not long before and the rock she had to go around was not so big. And yet, she has still not re-emerged! Half Moon was now scanning the place where Flavie had disappeared. Time passed and Flavie remained invisible. Half Moon slowly got up ready to jump on the narrow stone path and hurtle down to where the mare was supposed to be. She was about to reach the path when Flavie returned to the path. Relieved, Half Moon sat back down.

Half a ray had passed when Flavie arrived on the platform. She was exhausted, sweaty. To relieve her, Half Moon got rid of all her equipment. The mare sighed at ease. Half Moon let her rest and leaned over the saddlebags, searching them for a moment and removed, wrapped in a small piece of cloth, the beautiful dragon scales. It was bright and pearly.