by Wendy Lohr
So it is spoken, so it shall be, that the Soul of Arial will bring change to thee;
With defiance and courage she will paint the scene for two worlds to become one;
And by her side will only one rule and win her respect for eternity.
A prophecy is given and a Soul is named. Change is coming and the soul must be found. Rulers fret, winged warriors hunt,
and Arial eludes. But for how long?
The Prophecy
The two rulers eyed each other warily as they paced back and forth in front of
their respective portals, one a gateway to Aboveworld and the other to Underworld. The void between the two worlds was used for moments
like this, when the two leaders were required to make an appearance. Their presence was required this time to hear the prophecy for the
coming century.
An eerie bluish-white glow illuminated the void, which contained nothing except a massive granite-like obelisk that rose to an impressive
height, placed in the exact center. A sudden rumbling reverberated throughout the void and each ruler stopped, focusing their full
attention on the obelisk. As the vibration increased, flakes of granite-like material shook loose and scattered violently in all
directions, harmlessly bouncing off of the two rulers.
The rumbling went on for what seemed like an eternity, the noise level rising and causing both rulers to hold their hands to their ears.
When the silence and chaos finally settled, they looked up at the obelisk and saw the familiar faces of their creators newly etched on
opposite sides. The goddess’ face looked down at the male ruler while the god looked down at the female ruler. Each ruler dropped to
their knees in deference and waited.
‘My Son,’ the goddess’ rich voice spoke, the sound of stone grinding with each word.
‘My Daughter,’ the god’s deep voice rumbled.
Then the two deities spoke in unison, ‘We are pleased to see you both and bring you insight into the coming century.’
The two rulers waited patiently, having learned over many millennia that one did not rush the god and goddess who created them. Their
patience was soon rewarded with the following prophecy, each line spoken in turn by the god and goddess:
So it is spoken, so it shall be,
that the Soul of Arial will bring change to thee;
With defiance and courage she will paint the scene
for two worlds to become one;
And by her side will only one rule
and win her respect for eternity.
As the last echo of their voices died, the god and goddess’ visages disappeared and the massive granite-like obelisk became plain and
smooth once more. Each ruler rose to their feet, their eyes meeting briefly in an unspoken challenge, and then swiftly turned and entered
their respective portals.