The ancient prophecy
Eira's eyes widened as she unfolded the worn parchment, its yellowed edges crackling with age. The script, penned in a language she barely understood, danced across the page in elegant swirls. Lyra's prophecy, passed down through generations, spoke of Eldrid's downfall and the chosen one who would restore the realm.
"...When shadows claim the heart of Eldrid's gate,
And ancient magic fades to whispered fate,
A warrior born of moonlight and of night,
Shall claim the keys and bring forth new light."
Eira's fingers traced the words, her mind racing. She felt an inexplicable connection to the prophecy, as if the words spoke directly to her soul. The warrior born of moonlight – was it her?
As she read on, the room grew darker, the air thickening with an otherworldly presence. Eira sensed she was being watched, the shadows on the walls seeming to twist into living forms.
Suddenly, the parchment flared with a soft, ethereal glow. The words shifted, rearranging themselves to reveal a hidden message:
"Beneath the wings of the forgotten ones,
Seek the keystone, where ancient secrets sleep.
Face the darkness, claim the light,
And Eldrid's gates shall swing open wide."
Eira's heart pounded. The message spoke of a specific location – but where? The forgotten ones? What keystone?
As she pondered, the glow faded, leaving the room bathed in silence. Eira felt a shiver run down her spine. The prophecy was more than just words; it was a call to action.
With newfound determination, Eira folded the parchment and tucked it into her cloak. She knew what she had to do: uncover the secrets hidden beneath the forgotten ones' wings and claim the keystone.
The journey ahead would be treacherous, but Eira was ready. For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of purpose, a burning need to unravel the mysteries of Eldrid.
As she stepped out into the moonlit night, the shadows seemed to part, revealing a path she had never seen before. Eira smiled, knowing she was one step closer to restoring the lost realm.