Second November KMT

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Second November KMT

"The Prophecy"

A lone apprentice grows weary in the heady, incense filled observatory. His eyes droop for a moment, the kestrel-quill pen slips from his fingers, smearing ink across the yellowed linen parchment. He loses focus on the Oracle, standing in the Observatory of the Dark Hall. His eyes are open, but distant, mouth moving with unintelligible pattern.

        As his eyes drop a final time, words escape from the ElderÂ’s lips, he scrambled to scratch the words, flowing in blood ink across the page  

        I wish you good fortune  
        And strength  
        Against challenge from others  
        To be influential  
        And want for nothing  
        Always in service  
        Here into this hour  
        For upon this night  
        They are watching you walk  
        Through the shadows, and sideways  
        Into the deepest midnight  
        The moon lit upon your face  
        Will you stand proud  
        Or will you falter?  
        For in this game of consequence  
        None shall be left standing  
        If your are not steadfast  
        They see you step  
        They count your days  
        And you live out the moments  
        One by one  
        Until they come for you  
        And drag you to oblivion   

        These words fill the heart of the apprentice with icy dread.  He runs screaming from the Observatory, blood running from his eyes in thick rivers, staining his white robes.  Dead, an hour later, he is found; the pages torn but decipherable in his cold fingers.    

        The Dark Council hushes the incident, but within a day, the entire Krath Order and a few among the Sith and Obelisk have heard these words. What do they mean?  How will they react?  

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