The Power Of Three

The Power Of Three

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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. ~*~*~*~* 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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