Eighteen Years

An elderly, grey wizard opened a door into a tiny room. After stepping inside the cramped area, he looked around. Books lined every wall, floor to ceiling, and were piled in threes on both tables that resided inside the room. along with all those books, small stacks stood in the corners of each room, looking odd within the sea of shelved books.

The wizard ran his hand along one shelf, and pushed on the right side. The shelf rotated, revealing yet another shelf of books. He pulled one off, and opened it.

The title page announced in bold, black lettering "Anugo's Legend". A script underneath read, "The very signs Mijo predicted would come to signal the beginning of the Legend..." The wizard flipped quickly through it, going to marked pages and reading excerpts quickly. As he got to the last page of the book, he muttered the words under his breath, and his eyes shown in affirmation. He read out loud:

"The swords shall begin to show themselves not one generation after the birth of the eleventh of twelve holders. This child shall be born during the month of change, and this birth will be known to all kingdoms of humans, and kingdoms of other races as well."

The sage closed the book, and picked up the proclamation he had laid on the table next to him. Miashgon, the son of Rawel, would be born this ninth month, around the time when the days would change from being the majority of the time, to being dominated by night. Both Human kingdoms, Rijero and Ashgor, were awaiting this new generation's first Prince. The Jeman on Orna, and the Elves in the forest had been given news, and even some dwarves had surfaced, and shown themselves in the Rijero countryside, in order to witness this child.

"Eighteen years.. thats all we have," mused the man, "We must prepare!"

And with that, he picked up a wand, seemingly made of pure diamond, off the shelf, replaced the book, and hurried out of the room.

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