Aubrey's Prophecy, Attempt 1

The Day before my date with Tonks is the 2nd of January. I sigh as I floo my way over to the Ministry, and find Dumbledore waiting. We take a short ride down, then walk along a hallway and are led by cloaked men to a room full of shelves and orbs. In front of me is a single orb, though. On a cushion of all things, with the writing

“Prophecy of the End.

?, ?, ?, ?, ?, Albert Shaw, ?, ?, ?, ?, Kurase Musaka, ?, ?.
By Grevne Salvorich (originally) Re-told by 6 other British Seers since.

To Johnathan Cartwright.”

Observe shows much more interesting information.

The Prophecy of the 13 Sages.

This Prophecy Orb contains the Prophecy of the 13 Sages, which is a repeating tale throughout time. Originally, the 13 sages were picked individually to handle issues in their nations, and would each take care of parts of the issues. King Gilgamesh of Uruk, for example, was one of the 13 sages.

When the corruption of the world reaches a boiling point - every 2,000 years or so - the 13 sages are called forth again. The 13 sets of Divine Regalia found, and used to set the world back to rights, destroying the corruption.

This version of the Prophecy has the descriptions of the 13 needed to quell the Corruption which will need to be taken care of before 2100. Two of these people have been identified -

Albert Shaw, the Master of Cold Magic. Home: Canada - Wilderness. Vampire (Primus).

The other is the only remaining direct line who has always held the seat for their Sage. Kurase Musaka, Master of the Light. Home: Kyoto, Japan. Race: Blessed Kitsune (9 Tails).

You are Part of this Prophecy, as you took the ‘Prodigy’ in Character creation.

Would you like to hear this version of the Prophecy?

Y/N

I grabbed the orb, and sound filled the room.

The Child of Life,

Like a lotus bloom,

In the heart of the world where she was lost in peace.

She will be imprisoned, weak and meek,

She will be Saviour of all,

The Child of Death,

As a Raven is Black,

Guards in the North,

Against the Corruption who seeks,

He burns all enemies with flame to flinders,

For He was Trained by too many Greats.

The Child of Magic,

Master of all,

Is the weakest of the ones who come,

He is arrogant,

Proud in his way,

But bows before the one who must lead the way,

For he is wise, though young.

The Child of Time,

The Breaker of Balance,

She is the one who must lead them all,

The oldest of any,

Yet the Youngest of All,

She must be,

The Last to Fall.

The Child of Space,

King of Kings,

Will be the one to push things,

Forward and Forward he marches forever,

Never to be rested,

Ever. Ever.

The Child of Order,

Will manage the lot,

Though combat was never her spot.

She is the administrator,

The Lawkeeper.

Watching, Waiting, Aware.

The Child of Chaos,

Will Prove his worth,

Though be weary of his ire or mirth,

His skill is great,

Nigh unmatched,

But he has no patience to wait for the match.

The child of Balance

Will keep the Peace,

But will have issues with her Heart,

When time to Bleed,

She should fall first, but be the last to die,

Never forgotten,

Anytime.

The Child of the Void,

Perverse in turns,

Guardian of the South,

He will wait his turn,

For he knows his path and will keep it true,

But will not tolerate,

Those who are fools.

The Child of the Light,

She Shines over the East,

Guarding it as her mother did before her,

When Corruption did feast.

She knows her role and her duties true,

She will not follow anyone other than the Lady Time, too.

The Child of Darkness,

Far to the West,

He keep the gates of hell,

From Swinging agape,

At the mouth of the prison there are four more,

He binds them all with his will and word.

The Child of Heat,

The Battle Queen,

Will find her place amidst the lean,

She is not the mightiest of them all,

But only she can hold or thaw.

The Child of Cold,

The Eldest of All,

He has been alive since before you all,

Time alone outstrips him,

By some scant few years,

He has been the holder of Cold

For Two Thousand Years.

These Thirteen will go to the end,

And Hold Destroy the Corruption,

Again, Again.

Hold the Gates shut,

Or Die in the path,

Either way,

This is the End.

The End.

I give it a look, and then nod.

“You are part of the Prophecy, do you know which part you are?” One of the Unspeakables asks, and I shake my head turning.

“I only know Harry Potter is Death.” I mutter, then walk off with Dumbledore, thinking.

Because I lied.

I’m Time, Harry is Death, and that American boy from my first duelling tournament… What was his name?

He’s the Child of Darkness.