The usual silence greeted them when they entered the temple, but this silence was heavier than any others they had experienced in the past. It seems that an integral part of the temple is about to die away and they are heading there as quickly as they can before she join her ancestors as stars in the skies.

Hurrying footsteps could be heard as they entered the gloom-filled room, Demetrius and Juliana hurried over to the bed which upon it lay an elf whose features was youthful but life slowly dissipated from her face; trembling, Juliana knelt down beside Haerulhar, tears streamed down her almond-shaped face; her hands constantly trying to wipe away tears strewn from her brown eyes but to no avail. Demetrius stood beside his wife, his flaming red hair was ruffled, his worried face marred his handsome features; this was expected but nevertheless it was hard to just accept that their Seer who had been with the kingdom for more than a thousand years were about to leave.

Around the bed stood four others, they were the royal guards of the King and Queen of Ryvalla; Guardians of the White Cross. Rymon, Kyla, Orion and Esmelralda could only stand and watch, they knew that Haerulhar had something important to tell them all, Kyla and Esmelralda had tears in their eyes as they waited. Haerulhar looked at all of them softly, she had seen them grew ever since they were mere babies, it was unexpected that she should leave in their lifetimes, "Do not cry, my children...I am merely leaving my earthly body in pursuit of spiritual immortality, I am sure that all of you are well verse in an elf’s life cycle; an elf does not die, their spirit merely leave their earthly bodies and join the stars and live on for all eternity..." she murmured as she look at them kindly.

“Before I join my kin among the stars, I have one last prophecy to tell…will all of you listen to me?” Haerulhar said softly as she slowly loses more and more of her strength. All of them nodded in silence, Haerulhar continued as her voice turned grave, “In ten years’ time, our world, Vyrannia shall succumb to darkness, aided by its followers, it will claim the land. The Jewels of Balance will scatter while one shall remain, a human child chosen by the remaining jewel will bring forth the light within the steadying darkness…the child aided by the brave and loyal will unite all five…and…and…” Haerulhar coughed as she struggled to continue, she point towards the wall on the right side of her bed.

“Bring…the child…here…all shall…be….revealed…” she whispered with her last breath. Haerulhar closed her eyes, a soft golden light rises from her body and surrounded them before rising into the dark night sky and become one of the stars shining brightly above.

When all of them look away from the sky and looked at the wall that Haerulhar had pointed at, they realized that words have started to appear;

Wind, Earth, Fire, Water,

And the fifth element,

Unite all,

And light will shine once more.

With tears rolling down their eyes, they looked at each other. They knew that the prophecy will come true, it was just a matter of time.

* * *

A bonfire burnt ominously as the flames scorched the sleeping heavens, surrounded by goblins in black cloaks, they were chanting,

“Tle su ni het uttrh, tle su ni nokw hwo, tle su ni nokw erehw, tle su ni nokw woh!”

A goblin broke the circle and headed towards the bushes, “In ten years’ time, a little village between the borders of Fire and Earth, a child of eight has the item in which you much covet,” he grunted to the shadows, as soon as he finished, a bag of coin fell down to the ground. As soon as the shadows show no life, the goblin sniggered as he picked it up, “Four shall protect one, and all shall fail when all four stand,”

* * *

Within the walls of Lysteria Palace, the throne room with all its splendours of red and gold, four marble pillars stood tall, encircled by blue porcelain vases of blue and white flowers, they lead to the throne located at the far end of the room. The golden throne of red velvet stood between two mahogany double doors, and on it sat a man sporting a golden crown encrusted with rubies. His red cape fastened onto his azure uniform with golden trims, he sat impatiently. He was in his late twenties with troubled navy blue eyes and ruffled golden hair, he sat upright abruptly when the doors at the other end of the room burst open.

"Sire!" shouted the man that had just entered the throne room, rushing towards his majesty in a black worn out cloak 

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