Story cover for The Prophecy by Sammie-Lee
The Prophecy
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    Time 1h 59m
  • WpView
    Reads 43
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    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 22
  • WpHistory
    Time 1h 59m
Ongoing, First published Jul 10, 2025
Mature
They say the earth split the night Scorvath fell.  
A scream of shadow cleaved the skies, and from its depths, the fire they once commanded swallowed the Sorcerers of the Black Circle. 
No crown was left unburned. No oath untouched by ash. 

 Yet even in ruin, darkness is patient.

A girl, not yet a woman, stood at the centre of the battlefield-A man stood beside her, one eye bloodied, the other strangely aglow. The markings on her arm and the runes on his chest blazed briefly before fading into silence. No one knew his or her names. Moreover, no one would remember it. Nevertheless, in the hush that followed the fall, a prophecy was spoken-by wind, by fire, by something older than Gods:

"When shadow learns its true name... the flame shall bleed again."
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