The Millstone of Time - The Prophecy of the Chosen



The cycle of the blighted land
Seeks ever for rebirth,
Yet shattered was the fleeting hope
Before it e'er reached full bloom
Upon the sundered realm.

The Fourteen Champions no more,
By jealousy was split;
Now destined to destroy the hope
Embodied in these Chosen few
Handpicked by our sure hands.

By power given, hope will die
Unraveled in due time.
The blighted land shall writhe and groan,
And Chaos shall unfetter bonds
To destroy all we've wrought.

Yet hope still lives, and grows anew
To foil impending death.
Through acts of Ixis there shall rise
That from the Chosen, born of pow'r;
The Lynchpin of our cause.

In time unknown and yet to be
The Chosen Two will rise,
To close the rift and seal the pact
Betrayed by the Lost Champions,
And mend the Dance of Time.

Hear now the First and Greatest one,
Of twin gifts he will have;
Upon his head the burden lies,
Though young, his tail will reach new heights
To match his holy task.

The Sign by which the First is known,
Through war, his mark is made;
To him the Chaos Emeralds call,
Empowered to strike Ixis down
Under the Titan's blow.

Hear now the Second of the Two,
Without whom all is lost.
Unfettered by the howling winds,
He roams the land, crusading for
An everlasting peace.

No Signs by which the Second needs,
Beside the First, he comes.
Within the Realm of Acorn's land
Matured by war, through rise and fall,
Resides the Avatar.

Though found, the Two cannot succeed
Without a test and trial.
In Time Unbound there lies the key;
Though from the Present, save the Past,
To set the outcome best.

Yet of the Two, the Avatar
Must bear the greatest weight.
Blood consecreates his newfound path;
Death is the path to destined fate
Through twilight afterlife.

Above all odds, the Two shall soar
And triumph evermore.
The Lost shall fail and meet their doom,
And Mobius be made anew;
In Greatest Harmony.


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Behold! Thou Master of the Lost,
By grace of rank we grant;
Deliverance is far from reach,
Though slim, thy chance may yet be found,
Our failure made complete.

The Chosen Two might not succeed,
When found a man will be;
No blood hath he to tie his line
To distant past, when all were lost
In Chaos Manifest.

One Sign has he to stand alone,
And one small part to play.
Within his land, he stands unknown,
Until his rulers send him forth
To parley with the King.

Of Ixis' touch, his line knows not
Yet Chosen, he shall be.
His line is thick with destined fate;
Within his heart he holds the key
To Mobius Undone.