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“Sophia White,” she greeted, her voice melodic and soothing, but instinctually I knew that it could turn the exact opposite if need be. For a moment, I forgot myself and just stared, captivated by her beauty, before I quickly bowed my head.
Was I supposed to curtsy?
“Queen Isolde,” I greeted quietly, dipping slightly with respect.
“You bring danger to my people,” she began, her musical voice dropping to a more dangerous tone. I swallowed nervously as she lifted her hand to the side, a soft tendril of shimmering magic shooting towards a lamp. It lit instantly, both a wonder and a warning at the same time. Elves had access to magic, and she would use it to protect the city of Eldoria if she needed to.
“Danger was already at your doors,” I replied. Her eyes flashed with uncertainty as she slowly walked over to a pedestal full of sparkling water. Her fingers flitted along the edge as she glanced over at me.
“I have protected my people for a long time,” she murmured.
“You do not know what is coming. I have seen it. There isn’t much time,” I replied softly, trying to implore her to listen. There was something in her expression that gave me pause, though, like she had decided what to do with me long before I set foot in her chambers.
“There is a prophecy that has been long forgotten in my halls, a foretelling of a human girl’s coming that would bring about the end of Eldoria and Terraheim,” she began.
I spoke the words seared deep into my mind,
“In shadows bound, a soul beset,
By curse of dark, both fierce and yet,
A celestial dance shall light the way,
To bring forth dawn and break the fray…”
I tried to move on to repeat the rest, but she cut me off before I could go any further.
“No. Not that one. There is another. Come,” she beckoned.
Tentatively, I strode over to the pedestal with her. The liquid in the bowl wasn’t exactly water like I had expected, but a thick, metallic silvery substance. Queen Isolde reached out and took my hand, pressing it into the bowl until my fingertips broached the shimmering fluid. In an instant, the old woman’s voice was playing in my mind, yet the verse she was speaking was far different than that of my own.
“When the moonlight kisses the sacred ground,
A human woman emerges, her destiny profound.
With hair as dark as the moonless night,
Her arrival foretells the realm’s destined plight.
Yet woven within her journey’s thread,
Lies a path that leads to destruction spread.
Beware when she walks through city gates,
For she holds the power to seal its ultimate fate.
In her hands, the realm’s future lies,
A fragile balance, teetering on demise.
Her arrival intertwines hope and despair,
As the realm’s end hangs heavy in the air.
Beware the allure of her untamed might,
For it holds the realm’s salvation or blight.
