Tales of Erets

Did knowing Deidra's latest prophecy truly give any sort of advantage? Given what incomprehensible nonsense it all seemed to be, Erelah could hardly see the value in it. Still, since her God had revealed it to her, she knew it had to be important. So, as she pushed herself to traverse the mountain pass, she repeated the soothsayer's words in her head.

The moon shall rise and join in sickness, but disease will be purged. A child shall lead them. A child who is old. Malice from the setting sun will consume those who ask, and sell their hatchlings. When the disease is purged, the moon shall wane, only to wax again with the painted army. The fortress and the gap will play a game of hiding paradise. The egg found within the fortress will hatch in another world. The vessel shall confront doubt. The wolf will confront a man weighed down by his shell. When the moon is full the wolf will howl and the blue shall shatter like glass, replaced by the daemon-script. For this end, we have long watched. For this end, we have long waited. Dancing violets and blackness shall conquer the idol's foolishness.