All six Prophets turned toward Gwaythiel as she finished speaking, and Isárion
couldn’t resistsmiling. She’s always hated the Prophets, even before t
he curse, and never hesitated to show her
distaste for them. He’s never been a fan of the Prophets either, which makes working for them
very interesting.
“
We are here to guide you, not hold your hand and coddle you.
”
“
You are here of your own free will. We send you on these missions to assist you on your journeyof lifting the curse.
”
“A curse you’re responsible for.”
Isárion said and the Prophets floated up close to him, obviouslylosing patience.
“
You are the one who entered this place and insulted us, despite constant warnings to leave. Youare the catalyst for this curse, and you are doomed to suffer the consequences
”
“
You are free to go home and live your life this way if you so choose. No one is forcing you to dothis.
”
Isárion looked beside him and hi
s eyes met Gwaythiel’s.
Before the curse, the two of them hadbeen lovers. A human and elf relationship was considered a taboo in both races, and they wereforced to constantly move to avoid confrontation with their respective people.The two had quite literally stumbled upon the Hall of Prophets, and the insult they referred towas them entering uninvited. For their transgression, Isárion and Gwaythiel were cursed by theProphets. Once a month, they both changed forms, with one changing into an animal, and theother a human. In three weeks time, Gwaythiel would shift from her leopard form into a heroriginal Elf form, and Isárion
would shift from a human into his wolf form. It’s happened
without fail for three years, which means they ha
ven’t been lovers for a while.
That didn’t stop them from staying with each other, however, and the love they shared before the
curse is still there. Doing these missions might convince the Prophets to lift the curse and letthem continue their life togeth
er as it was meant to. There’s no way in hell either of them would
ever give up, and the Prophets knew that.
“Fine,”
Isárion
said, “What’s the next mission?”
The Prophets nodded and rose up in the air above the two, formed a circle, and slowly moved asone. A gust of wind nearly knocked him down again and Gwaythiel chuckled again. A familiarfeeling rose up inside of them, a prickling of sensation that signal the gathering of magicalenergy. Magic exists around everyone, but in varying degrees, so people do
n’t often feel magic
without casting a spell. However, some places around the world, like the Hall of Prophets,contain a nexus of magical energy, which allows them to use their gift of foresight to a greaterextent than they normally would.In their case, it allows them to see things that could become a real problem sometime in the
distant future, whether it’s ten days or ten years from then.
A string of energy twisted like a snake around each of the Prophets, and then they spoke.
“
A frozen King, locked in a cold embrace. The Queen, a warmth turned solid by his eternal sleep. A man approaches, no soul, no passion, no desires except conquest. Within the frozenvoid rests the answer to restore everyone. But not all is as it seems, things could be cold even after the thaw. Death awaits the two.
”
The energy stops moving for a second, then melts to the ground, like ice melting, and disappears,returning to the nexus. All of the Prophets float down to eye level again.
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