Then the ash turns dark, it starts to move to bubble and boil, and from its darkness a figure appears half substance and half shadow, the wind tries to blow it away and fails again and again, but the wind, clears the clouds from the sky and the stars begins to shine now more brightly than before, revealing an army armoured in gold led by a golden King with a sword of glass reflecting the rays from the star and forcing the shadow behind the five pillars, where the fern has started to grow around them and is strangling them.
The army cuts through vines of the ferns and the king slices through the statues firs the mother and her child, then the girl, then the crone, then the worrier and then the Queen, with his sword changing from glass to steel to bronze and gold to black. The statues begin to bleed, their blood forming a river between the worrier and the shadow but the shadow is just darkness now, moving closer and closer consuming everything in its path until finally it consumes the king…”
Gneiss stopped reading, she still felt the same fear as the night that vision came to her, so immaturely, she took a huge breath, her hand on her chest, she can only theorise what her vision meant, and her ideas about it kept shifting every time she’d read it, with every new vision she had Gneiss would revisit her firs vision to see if she could make more sense of it but she never could. And this time was no different, that is why she had never told a soul about what she had seen, one thing she knew was that in the wrong hands a prophecy was an immensely dangerous thing. She never told anyone of her premonitions not even her husband, Ìnus Stone
She paged back through the book finding the clear pages after the last vision she had written down, since her first Gneiss had had several ‘sights’ some of great importance and some pretty silly and almost worthless. But she had honed her gift, now her visions were much clearer, she could almost command them using scents and trinkets. lately she could decipher them with not much effort. She already knew most of what the latest meant, she had conjured it after seeing such distress husband’s eyes. After writing it down she could reveal it to him but she did not know how he would react, she wished she could see a vision of that. She knew the dangers of possessing information and the actions it led men to, even though fate was inevitable Gneiss always tried to steer it towards a positive outcome.
Part of this vision though was unclear to her and Gneiss had started to suspect that the more unclear a vision the greater the importance of it must be. This frightened her. She started writing on the clear page…
“an unknown man is climbing through black mountains with a message of a discovery of grave importance, he can see the city but he cannot reach it. In his attempts his life fades and the message dissolves in the wind,…