The Green Valley Prophecy Part 2 of 7
The Prophecy Revealed
Mage Bella read the prophecy aloud.
After nine years and nine months time,
since our battle of Green Valley
Mysterious regiments begin to rally
But as nearby forces begin to converge
A group of heroes luckily emerge
A mage in training who has yet to learn her true powers,
intensely practicing for hours.
An archer who is precocious and a swordsman intense.
An elite lady, her queen will elegantly join the brawl epic.
They now must battle their larger doubles,
despite them being sevenfold stronger.
The nearing battle can wait no longer.
And though victory appears to be elusive
Only triumph over the deadly loathsome five
will peace always be conclusive.
If victorious here, illustrious heroes will be rewarded loyally
And become the rulers royally
But failure to settle the score,
Green Valley will now then descend toward oppressive endless war
Mantoson cocked his head and smiled. “Quite mysterious, eh?”
Bella reread the prophecy. “Not really. It’s pretty straightforward. Five of us have to fight the ‘loathsome five,’ who are seven times stronger than us and if we fail, it’ll be war until, I don’t know, forever.”
“But if you win,” said Mantoson. “I mean, when you win, you’ll become royalty!”
Bella thought about it and smiled. “That would be nice. Everyone would be taking care of me instead of the other way around. I’d never have to work again.”
“Work is overrated. Now, let’s find this archer.” Mantoson pulled out a piece of parchment and studied it. “I think there’s a ladybug archer in this direction,” he said as he pointed down a wide path. The two journeyed through the woods until they reached a small clearing.
Archer Florise was busy practicing her skills. The two watched her silently as she pulled a small flower crafted into the shape of an arrow out of her quiver. Florise studied the daisy-like flower and folded the petals down. She attached a long string to the end of it and readied her bow. As she aimed, she glanced over at the two travelers and nodded slightly to acknowledge them.
“I’m aiming for that knothole in the fence over there.”
Bella looked across the clearing and looked for a knothole. “There,” whispered Mantoson, pointing at the fence.”
“That’s a small hole,” Bella whispered back. “I can barely see it. How is she going to hit it?”
“Expertly,” said Florise. She released the arrow, sending it flying across the clearing. The arrow flew flawlessly into the knothole. The split second it entered, she yanked the string, popping the flower petals open, and locking the arrow in place. “Ha! Did it.” She tugged on the string to make sure it was tight and firmly in place.
Florise turned to the two and smiled. “What brings you two here?”
Mantoson briefly explained the situation and showed Florise the prophecy. She studied the parchment closely. “Interesting. It’s a new prophecy. Not an ancient one like in legends. Where did you find this?”
“I heard that a prophecy had been written by a one-eyed hag in the kingdom of Lilyshire,” said Mantoson. “I knew that it had to do with the fate of my land of Buckthorn.”
“The writer of this lived in your enemy's kingdom?” asked Florise.
“Yes. She wasn’t too happy to turn it over, but I knew it was important,” said Mantoson. “I had to do a lot of convincing to obtain it.”
“Hmph,” said Florise as she studied the prophecy. “That’s not the only person you need to convince. The only swordsman I know that fits this description doesn’t like working with other people.”
“But he has to join us,” said Bella. “Once he hears about this terrible injustice, he’ll be sure to help us.”
Florise shook her head. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. He may be a great swordsman, but he’s just as likely to fight us as he is to fight the enemy.”
Mantoson took the prophecy from Florise’s hand and rolled it back up. “If that’s the case, then the valley may always be at war.”
Part 3 , The Key to the Prophecy