" The sceptre lies broken; it's dormant power never to awaken,
The phoenix turns to ashes; never to rise again,
Mountains of coins pile on; absent their masters,
The wandering saint abandons his patrons ; disappearing into the night like a lie,
The land rids itself of its denizens; reverting into ages past,
And the darkness that comes after devours; leaving nothing in its wake. "
-excerpt from the book "The prophecies of Krull" year 146
Countless scholars have tried to decipher these very words, but none have succeeded. They deemed it the ramblings of an old man, past the zenith of his life.
They say he harped on and on in his last days, but no one could understand him. Thus, before he died, he left behind a single book.
A book that was strictly handed down to his descendants, generation after generation. The prophecies of Krull, it was called.
It was thought to have been lost two hundred years ago, but here I am staring at that very same book.
It was by chance that I found it, shortly after I started seeing visions. I have read it countless of times since then.
All of the things he saw, I have now come to witness; scenes so vivid I could only believe it to be real.
And every time I remember those visions, I shiver uncontrollably.
But I must remember. And I must write.
This was a warning; A grim future awaits us all.
…and it is my duty to bear witness to it.
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