Born of Ash, Risen to Rule
And there's this prophecy that my father's people, a group of hags and cranks called the Synod of Ancyra, think that the child I'm going to give birth to someday is going to be the only way to save our race and give them back the power we once held.
Based on this prophecy, to be exact:
From the shadows of the ancient Forests,
under the moon's darkest veil,
a daughter of Sköll shall emerge,
her fur as black as night,
her spirit intertwined with magic's might.
She bears the power to tip the scales,
to sow either harmony's bloom or chaos's gales.
The Keystone's path, a labrynth of fate,
where destinies entwine and the future waits.
Sikat na Kabanata