I thought it was around time that everyone in achaea remembered this
prophecy, try to interpret it, with things and people within achaea if
you like.

From Lehrinas, Prophecies, Chapter 25, Verse 1-19 (unfinished), as
translated
from high Tsol'aa by Corrin Melithandes.

The tide recedes, the centuries pass,
The young grow old, time forgets.
Silence listens, dark creates.
The world itself's a looking glass,
The numbers break from finite sets.
Chance and will battle fate.
The dark tide rises once again to slaughter all who dream of light
And saints and sinners join their friends to war again against the night
And Seleucar's redemption comes to those who fight the holy fight
And all shall pay the freight of death to match their sins, however
slight.
The wave of dark shall strike again, and all shall bow in terror.
The mad, cold ones who fought before
Are Masters of the darkness still
And never shall they find their rest
Unless this power is invoked:
First, the heroes must take heed
And arm themselves full strong for war
And then must venture nobly forth
To find the Dark World's glowing door
To save the soul of Sapience's light
They must recover -



Penned by my hand on the 15th of Daedalan, in the year 488 AF.