FATE’S PARTIAL UNSEEN PROPHECY
FATE: ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE
I tipped my head back, sucking on the smoking pipe as I inhaled the herbs deep into my ancient lungs.
Symbols, numbers, and letters swirled in nonsensical patterns—each a drop of water in a churning ocean.
Eyes rolling back, I engaged my powers fully.
I focused on the current.
Individual glistening droplets rose up, out above the stormy sea, separating themselves, speaking their words to me: “The lost one shall change what is before Chained to death’s soldiers, becoming evermore Her lgingihlthae shall—the—four —,—, hrakno, and the Serpent of Lore The chained one shall reveal the evil underscore Derguda by mneonsircm men,—afore
Their—shall—the tides of war
The monstrous one shall mend and restore For the otls eon hears his—
roar.”
My eyes widened.
Water splattered across my face as the sky opened up with rain.
For the first time in years, the cryptic words revealed to me were still tangled and obscured. The incompleteness of the path was abrasive in its wrongness, deeply unsettling.
The pipe fell from my parted lips as I gripped my toga.
It could mean only one thing—someone else could also read the words of premonition.
There was another Spartan alive, not just with the power of Fate, but with the rare ability to wield it.
A once-in-a-millennium event had occurred, again.
This changed everything.
