+CONDEMNED+ Long ago a great prophecy was foretold. It spoke of 12 great to be demigods. "Twelve of twelve will appear, On the first night of the new year, At strange odds the worlds have clashed, Less saved, the worlds shan't last, Best they fix it soon, For they only have Twelve Moons..." The prophecy was kept hidden for decades to come. No one knew about it except one. Away it was kept because he did not know what to make of it. It made absolutely no sense. Thought the oracle must've been off er' rocker. Deep it was hidden. Until one. Particular. Night.