The Prophecy Document in Kingdom of Uisneach | World Anvil
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The Prophecy When the wheel of the seasons forgets to turn, The trees are nearly gone. From ancient oak a mouse appears, A queen is met with cheers. She’ll journey far to save a king, In castle strong under gloomy spell he rests. Five keys will lift the curse. Help arrives from king’s right hand, Rare magic and a map. Crow and crone lead and teach the future ordained Queen of Uisneach.   From evil one, gray ghosts race from west to east, A war they want to wage. True queen and faithful rise up strong Message from the ages. Power wielding from Dryad’s gift, Faeries sing and place a ring upon their own, Granddaughter of a king. But heart is turned toward druid love, A choice she’ll have to make. Sacrifice is sure reward for children of the mist.   King and queen pledge fealty, royal bans proclaimed. Wedding day breaks the cat, When joy and sorrow blend as one. Holly crown, faerie tree, Throne and council, a queen’s surprise, From hill to hill an ancient symbol taken. Two worlds collide in time, Treasure lost the cat must find. Dark and light now must meet, River battle ends one part, brown king protects to death.   Royal hill and royal womb, runes seek to bind. A new day brings new hope. For sake of babe and holy quest, The cat must now return. The wheel begins to turn once more, Druid, crown and faerie, three become the one, Cheerful celebration. Evil met with golden arrow, Snow brings happy season. Peace and glory, magic lives, five kingdoms now are one.

Purpose

During the Moherian invasion, the High Priestess Glenamore proclaimed a prophecy. Beginning as an oral tradition, it was later put to paper by a secret order of scribes as The Prophecy of the Mouse in The Book of Leaves. Buried in the royal library for centuries, it was revealed when Shamwa cursed King Brath. Shapeshifting crows carried copies of it across the land giving its despondent inhabitants not only hope, but a sense of shared purpose. Adding mystery, the prophecy was found with a part missing. Literally, a page had been torn from the book and no one knew by whom or when. But they had enough information to know that help would arrive. They waited and watched for the Mouse to come through the tree, and when she did…
Type
Manuscript, Magical (Tome/Scroll)
Medium
Paper
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