The Prophecy - first draft

The Prophecy

Darkness aims to consume the one, for only he can halt its spread to conquer the core.
With the one comes great change; the darkness fears this above all.
The darkness will wish to bring about the chosen's end,
Yet the one will be saved by it, unbeknownst to the darkness.
By fear and arrogance, the darkness will set the path to its own demise,
but only if the chosen can move forward.
For the realms hang in the balance, his life holds all.
For if the chosen falls, so too do the worlds to darkness.

Where blood is common, the chosen will be found when the greatest known assaults the red tree.
Fate decided lives lost; a life of sorrow and loneliness.
Yet chaos rewrites fate; a life returned, and a brother gained.
In time the winds will bow to the saviour's will, the storm heed the chosen's call.
The earth tremble at their might, but not until they tame the beasts within.
Many challenges await the pair of prophecies;
one to save his world, the other to save all;
one to become the shadow, the other the shadow's guardian.
Upon death, one shall be frozen, till aid is needed once more;
the other will move onward, with the choice of sacrifice.
This if the first test.

The chosen will be born anew, birthed through chaos
In a peaceful time with a hidden terror, one which few can see.
With the help of the shifting mother, the chosen will learn and prepare.
Only when the illusion comes forth will the chosen show his spirit.
The illusion, with the darkness, will aim to control the one
but will only make him stronger, a new demon to control.
Lessons of the other will be brought forth, breaking the farce.
He will aid the Cutter, save the in bodied chaos and master his spirit,
make it second to none.
When the illusion is lifted, the realm will freeze and the chosen will move forward.
This is the second test.

With a race close to extinction, the chose will be born in false peace.
When ready, the dark ancient will bestow gifts when found,
One of power and wisdom, the other more valuable than a heart.
With memories of shadows returned the chosen will vanish,
taking his gifts with him, to train from unwelcome eyes.
In secret he shall remain, hidden from all; till the young flame finds its other half.
To control newfound strength, he, the flames and hidden one must travel, to the lands of young ancients, where a great secret resides.
To fight combined insanity the chosen must rediscover his hidden soul
For combined, mind and body will not be enough.
Through him, yet by another, the final piece of the puzzle will be forged.
When he reaches the forth and bests insanity, the final test will be completed
and the chosen, of all parts, shall come to the realm of the center Queen.

Within the center of all, a war will rage, a war unlike any other.
The darkness has adapted and will overcome the queen
But the chosen will repel its advance.
Chosen beware, for another will come forth, wearing a mask with the guise of hope
and tradition of ages past.
The mask will seem stronger, yet the chosen will always prevail.
When the mask is removed the war will truly begin.
All the pieces will come forth at the chosen's call.
Strength of the mountain, mind quick as lightning, will unyielding as steel,
Spirit deep as the oceans, heart burning like the inferno, movements swift as the gale; the chosen will complete the puzzle, showing the depth of his resolve.
Only by releasing the third will the darkness be vanquished,
and the center truly be safe from corruption.
However, should the chosen falter or be felled, all hope gone,
forever lost to the darkness…