This is the first words spoken of the soon to be fulfilled prophecy of a boy who is destined to become a god. A weak fragile and sheltered boy who is born in a land that is often forgotten. To parents with out knowledge of their boys fate who will teach him the necessities of living in such a time, in such a society of the decaying earth.
Mother Earth, Mother Earth where have you gone? you have left us alone. Your tree's cry to the mud, and your rocks cave under the current of the river. The grass only grows where the light can spread its wings upon. To make matters worse you have stopped spinning for it is always day and forever night. There are times that not even the light of magic can scare the shadows of the darkness into the abyss where it has come from.
There are creatures who have evolved into great powers. There are creatures who have evolved to lead, to search and destroy, to murder, to rape, and can kill by a single swipe of their claw. They have killed my men, my family, and my daughter. They have chained our strong, and forced them to slavery. There is no hope with these beasts and I dare say there is no soul in them.
Being the youngest of the three that were chosen, and the only remaining of the pre-ordained. I am princess of the Ghost Sun and follower of the truth. I am strong and agile and hold my power well. Well enough to lead me to such a place without harm. My arrows are silent but struggle with the longing for battle. My blades are made from the sharpest of elvish steel and when needs be can be awakened for the one thing in which they were made for. I pray to thee Mother Earth to bless and give these worthy arrows your life. Awaken holy daggers of Roth and give ear to the blessings of the Mother Earth for tonight you will taste the blood of the damned.
The holy daggers of Roth, given to the youngest of the pre-ordained for protection by the High King of Roth. The daggers are made of the finest o'lyel steel in all the elvish kingdom and have been blessed with life from the goddess Mother earth.
