Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Priestess of the Moon: Return of the Lunar Dragon ❯ Prophecy ( Prologue )

Dusk had fallen, but the children of Elvenwood had not gone to bed just yet. Tiny bugs that blinked with bright green light flew about. The children ran about with glass jars, trying to capture the lightning bugs. As the elf children ran around, their loving parents watched on.

 

Suddenly, the night was filled with howls. All the children stopped and silence fell over the village. Then, large creatures sprang from the shadows and came towards the elven people. The children's laughter became horrified screams that filled the night air, along with snarls of the wolves. When morning came, the light shed over a massacre. Everyone in that village had been brutally murdered.

 

The elven council of Riverside, the great elven city, concluded that it was werewolves who did the murder. That day, the families of werewolves that had lived peacefully in the city were rounded up. The men were killed and the woman and children were sent away with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Ever since then, there had been a great feud between the two. The werewolves had been forced over the Sea Dragon Spine into the Dead Lands by the army of King Aubrey, the elven leader.

 

It has been over a century and some of the werewolves are coming back over, despite Aubrey's threats. A greater threat is coming over the Spine, and the wolves are willing to risk life to save the lands they once called home. But they also want, more than anything else, for the real truth to come out; to let the world know that the whole story had not been told.

 

~*~

 

Lord Aubrey, leader of elven kind, walked briskly down the corridor. The Futuresighter had summoned him, saying that she saw something concerning his daughter, Kiya. It had been three years since he had had the werewolves driven out and he saw things as peaceful. Now the Futuresighter said she had seen something about Kiya and that it was urgent. Fear filled him. Did she see death for Kiya? He prayed not, for she was his only daughter, only heir to the throne. He could have no more children. His wife had passed a year before and he didn't want another because he didn't want to disrespect the love he had for his wife. His footsteps quickened as he got closer to the Futuresighter's quarters.

 

He got to the quarters and walked in, closing the door behind him. The interior was dark, except for a glowing sphere that sat at the center of a small, round table. There was one, large window and Aubrey could see moonlight shinning through. But other than those two sources of light, the room was dark. Sitting at the table was the Futuresighter.

 

The old elf woman was known by no other name. They said she was as old as life itself. She had white hair that hung to her knees and, although she was old, her face looked as young as an elf maiden. Her eyes were a bright violet that seemed able to see through a person, to know if they were telling the truth or lying. Even Aubrey trembled slightly at the sight of the woman.

 

“My lord,” the Futuresighter said with a small bow of her head, “I'm glad you could come.”

 

“I had to,” Aubrey said, “for you saw something about my daughter. I must know. Please, what is to become of my daughter?”

 

For the first time he had ever seen, the Futuresighter looked uneasy and it shocked Aubrey. The woman looked down at her lap and with a sigh, stood up. She walked to the window and looked outside. “I fear it is not good news,” she whispered.

 

“Oh great Gods,” Aubrey choked, “she's not going to die, is she?”

 

The woman shook her head and Aubrey let out a sigh of relief. “Don't be so relieved,” the Futuresighter said briskly, “for you will still lose your daughter.” She turned and looked at Aubrey. “A hundred years from now, the werewolves you drove out will come back, one by one. A dark evil will fall over the country. Your own daughter, she and a werewolf, a half demon, a monk, an anthro and a dwarf, will defeat the evil. But they will turn against you. Your daughter will turn against you and she will kill you.”

 

Aubrey stood shocked as the Futuresighter finished. Kiya? Turn against him? No it was impossible. It will not happen. It could not happen. He needed her and if he lost her…no the Futuresighter was wrong this time. Aubrey stood straight and glared at the Futuresighter. “I'm sorry, but you are wrong,” he said coldly, “My daughter will never turn on me and she would never fight an evil, especially if it's alongside a werewolf. No, you are wrong Futuresighter.”

 

The woman stared at him coldly. “I sense a dark aura around you,” she whispered softly. She closed her eyes and seemed to sway slightly. “Clouded your past and future is. It is like hidden from the world.”

 

“I have heard enough,” Aubrey snapped. With that, he turned and walked out of the chambers, closing the door with a bang. As he walked down the corridors back to his own chambers, he couldn't help but shudder. If the woman found out… well, if she started talking, he would have to have her disposed of, that's all. After all, no elf can live forever, not while he was king. Not even the Futuresighter. Chuckling to himself, he continued down the corridor.

 

The Futuresighter looked out her window, staring down at the children playing outside. She watched Kiya and sighed. “Soon child,” she whispered, “you will have the fate of the world's survival in your hands. Only you and five others will destroy the darkness. You, the Priestess of the Moon.

 

The Lunar Dragon will fly again”

 

(One Hundred Years Later)

 

Warrior-Mage Keilila Hairachi walked towards the Wise One's hut, her long white hair swaying in the light breeze, her white, wolf-like ears twitching in irritation. She gripped the hilt of the sword that hung from her waist tightly and her golden eyes flashed. She had been summoned with no explanation why and she was exhausted from the day and the few hours of patrol she had just finished with. All she wanted was sleep, but no, she had to walk all the way up the hill to the Wise One's hut in the dead of night. It irked her, but she wasn't about to let it show to the Wise One. So by the time Keilila got to the hut, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself before walking in.

 

“You summoned me, Wise One?” Keilila asked with a bow. Sitting in the center of the hut on several blankets was the Wise One of the village. The old one had white hair like everyone else in the village, but her skin had the wrinkles of old age and her eyes were silver with blindness. Yet the Wise One had powers no one ever dreamed of being in anything except perhaps the Gods, powers that made the powers of the Warrior-Mages look like lightning bugs.

 

“Enter child and take a seat,” the Wise One said in a crackled voice. “I have something that you must know.”

 

Keilila took a seat in front of the Wise One. She watched as the Wise One raised her hands and, in a loud, strong voice, intoned:

 

“One that is half demon, half human, will set out on a quest that will determine the fate of this world. She, and five others, a werewolf, an elf maiden, an anthro kitten, a dwarf and a monk. Six shall have the fate of the world in their hands and will concur where others failed. They will restore the balance and reveal the true evil in this world and defeat it. And the power of the Priestess will be born again. Should they fail; the world will cease to exist.”

 

The Wise One lowered her hands and her head dropped to her chest. Keilila sat there, amazed at what she just heard. Keilila knew that she was part of that prophecy, for she was a half demon. But the others, she did not know. “Wise One…” Keilila started, but the Wise One's head whipped up and stared at her.

 

“You heard me girl,” the old one said, her voice crackly once more. “The prophecy is yours. A quest has been put before you. Go now, child, or I fear there will be no future for any of us.”

 

Keilila stood up and with a bow, left the hut. Once outside, she breathed deeply. Keilila knew what she had to do, but in a way, she didn't. She knew that she had to defeat a great evil, but how was she to do it? “Time will tell,” she said softly to herself. Then she started back down the hill, but with no intention of going home.

 

~*~

 

Ryudo Huarache knelt over the grave of his late grandfather, M'sitsu. His grip on the thin, golden staff that had the head and wings of a dragon on the top tightened as he said a prayer. The long, dark blue robes he wore stirred in the slight wind. His shoulder-length dark brown hair was pulled back into a small pony tail.

 

The tall grass surrounding the grave site swayed, as if in a dance. His grandfather had been laid to rest on the top of a hill next to the temple that had been founded by and named after him. The man had been a powerful channeling monk and had been well known throughout the land. Now everyone looked up to his descendant, Ryudo himself, to be just as powerful. And something had come up, something that would do just that. The Foreteller of M'sitsu Temple foretold a prophecy involving Ryudo. He had to defeat a great evil, or the world will be lost forever. Ryudo knew that others were involved, but he knew none of who the Foreteller spoke of; a half demon, a werewolf, an elf maiden, an anthro kitten and a dwarf. He had to find those people, if he was to save the world. The Foreteller also said the power of the Priestess of the Moon will be born again. The descendant of the Priestess, who had lived over five thousand years ago, was to appear to help defeat the evil. The descendants had never been found. Some say that the Priestess will be reborn in any form, in any race of creatures. So Ryudo believed that one of the other five was the Priestess reborn.

 

Sighing, Ryudo stood and bowed to the grave. “I will not fail, grandfather,” he said softly, “I will make you proud in the heavens.” Then he started back down the hill. He entered the temple and went to his chambers. There, he gathered his belongings for the journey.

 

“Leaving now, my son?”

 

Ryudo turned and saw the Head Monk, Kiro, standing in his doorway. “Yes, Kiro,” he said, “the sooner I find the others mentioned in the prophecy, the sooner I can defeat whatever evil I must defeat.”

 

The monk nodded and said, “Safe journey then,” he said, “and may the Gods be with you.”

 

“I hope so,” Ryudo said, shouldering his pack. He walked out of his chambers and then left the temple. He started down the dusky road, leaving his home behind.

 

But not for good, Ryudo thought to himself, not forever.