Queen fairy opened a portal, stepping into the surreal realm, Aurora Glades. This place was unlike any other in the fairyland, a land of enchantments. Here, the very sky shimmered with a lush green hue, reminiscent of the Aurora Borealis. Waterfalls defied gravity, cascading upwards into the heavens, creating a breathtaking spectacle. The grass beneath her feet was a mosaic of a hundred hues, shifting and shimmering with every step she took, as if painting a canvas of magic.
A sky adorned with bubbles, each encapsulating a tale of its own, hung above her. Some bubbles held entire lands within them, waiting for someone to reach out and touch, plunging into their memories or fantastical realms.
Approaching a towering ancient tree with massive roots that seemed to sprawl everywhere, hiding the sky behind a curtain of leaves that glittered like sapphires, the queen was greeted by the majestic Eldertree.
"May magic light your path today, My Queen," the tree's voice was high-pitched yet carried a soothing cadence.
"May it illuminate your journey as well, Eldertree," she responded with a serene smile.
"What brings you to me today, Queen Fairy?" the Eldertree inquired.
"I seek an audience with the mighty Maerys. She has called for me," she explained.
The Eldertree instantly closed its eyes, its mouth transforming into a gate that transported her to another mystical place within the Aurora Glades. This new location consisted of rocks jutting out from a serene pond, surrounded by magnificent lotus blossoms. Maerys, the majestic swan, sat gracefully amidst this ethereal setting, her gaze fixed on the ever-shifting bubbles, each harboring countless scenarios.
Maerys, the Swan of Prophecy, was an enchanting sight. She stood as tall as the fairies, adorned with pure white feathers that shimmered like moonlight. Her wings were expansive and elegant, exuding an otherworldly wisdom. When Maerys graced the realm, it was as if time itself paused to honor her presence. She didn't communicate with words but instead conveyed her wisdom through hauntingly beautiful melodies that carried the echoes of ages.
"I welcome you, Queen Fairy," Maerys sang melodiously. The queen stood still, bewildered by Maerys' greeting, as she hadn't made any gestures or uttered any words. Maerys gestured towards something, indicating that there was more to this encounter than met the eye.
"Apologies, Honored Maerys, but I fail to comprehend the meaning behind your words," the queen admitted.
"Close your eyes, my child," Maerys gently requested. The queen complied, closing her eyes, and immediately, she saw a blurred vision accompanied by an ethereal voice.
The verses came to life in her mind, painting a vivid picture of events yet to unfold.
In the hushed land of Moonrun, where secrets conspire,
A prophecy weaves a tale, fueled by fire.
Mihir, once a prince, cast aside his throne,
In search of identity, he journeys alone.
Deception's embrace, a serpent's dark guise,
Thieves dance in shadows, truth veiled in lies.
A fairy betrays, in the realm of the night,
Dancing with darkness, hidden from sight.
Unraveling threads in a complex design,
An enigmatic game, a dark paradigm.
Yet, beyond the riddles and secrets they keep,
Lies a truth so profound, it awakens from sleep.
A looming tempest on the horizon does brew,
An imminent war, where all will undo.
In the heart of the storm, where alliances shatter,
They'll lose all they love, in a world torn asunder.
This intricate tale, so heartrending and deep,
Beckons you to read, and secrets to keep,
For Moonrun's fate hangs by a precarious thread,
As the prophecy whispers of war, and what lies ahead.
As the final words of the prophecy settle upon her mind, Queen Fairy's heart echoes with a haunting refrain as she opened her eyes, filled with a mix of confusion and dread. Maerys possessed the gift of seeing glimpses of the future but rarely disclosed them. As the goddess of prophecy, her sight was both a blessing and a burden. The foreboding vision of what lay ahead left the queen trembling with uncertainty, a storm of emotions brewing within her. The unsettling knowledge that the prologue of an impending storm, the rise of darkness, and the unraveling of a world that something momentous was about to unfold gripped her heart.