The Power Of Three

Twas' the night of Starfall and everyone gathered round. Not a frown or a scowl or a tear to be found.

The Inner Circle stood close, admiring the sky, waiting for the souls to fly right by.

As they started to fall the gang looked on in awe, then confusion as one stuck out to them all. The star was hurtling fast and as it neared closer, it was clear it wouldn't pass.

Quickly they moved out of the way, for its path was destructive and clear as day.

In the rubble and smoke sat a large stone. Glowing softly all alone.

Rhys approached first, with Feyre in tow, the rest watched on. What was it? They didn't know.

The stone held runes too old to read. They called over Amren who looked on with greed.

Waiting impatiently for her to respond
Eventually she announced: "It's a riddle from beyond."

A look of worry passed between the Lord and Lady. They squeezed each other's hand before telling Amren they were ready.

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Three rights made a left then
Three Fae came along, you get
Three chances to make right
What they did wrong.

Three brothers cut ties that
Three sisters will sew, you have
Three chances to fix
What they still owe.

Three stones are the key to fix
Three mistakes
Three sisters now go
You have no time to waste.

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