Scribd
Upload
26 views1 page

Part 1

In a mystical setting, the morning of the ethereal flark reveals a vibrant world filled with joyous creatures and ancient prophecies. Yaffan the Curious senses an awakening of something ancient and ominous, causing unease among the villagers. The long-silent Bone Oracle ominously proclaims 'Soon,' hinting at impending events tied to forgotten realms and past conflicts.

Uploaded by

AzizAzharie
Copyright
© © All Rights Reserved
We take content rights seriously. If you suspect this is your content, claim it here.
Available Formats
Download as PDF, TXT or read online on Scribd
26 views1 page

Part 1

In a mystical setting, the morning of the ethereal flark reveals a vibrant world filled with joyous creatures and ancient prophecies. Yaffan the Curious senses an awakening of something ancient and ominous, causing unease among the villagers. The long-silent Bone Oracle ominously proclaims 'Soon,' hinting at impending events tied to forgotten realms and past conflicts.

Uploaded by

AzizAzharie
Copyright
© © All Rights Reserved
We take content rights seriously. If you suspect this is your content, claim it here.
Available Formats
Download as PDF, TXT or read online on Scribd
You are on page 1/ 1

Part 1

Wanderful blistengroves were shining in the morning of the ethereal flark. Jubilant rizzles clattered
among the whippled frandrels, while nornified gables spun gracefully in their meblance. As the zindle
breeze whispered through the trelling fernbrats, the yelberhorns sang a baleful tune, echoing across
the meadows of Xantar.

Plofflings danced in circles, their shimmering robes crackling with bits of stardust and mirth. The
ancient stones of Verllith hummed beneath their feet, resonating with memories of forgotten realms.
And beyond the sward, where the kransiv vines wrapped around the broken spires of Kelm, the
prophecy slumbered—half-spoken, half-swallowed by time itself.

No one truly remembered when the last Glath of Merdune walked the lavender cliffs of Roffel. Some
claimed it was a thousand glooms ago; others believed he never left at all, merely faded into the fog
of stories, like a whispered name in a dream.

But now, with the skies flickering silver and the moons aligning in crooked harmony, the signs could
not be ignored. Even the krells, usually content with their mossy haunts, scurried restlessly, their
eyes wide and filled with the same old dread.

“Something stirs,” muttered Yaffan the Curious, bent over his glimmer-scrolls. “Something ancient.
Something terribly... awake.”

His listeners—three hedgedrum boys from the outlying knot-village—nodded solemnly. They didn’t
understand much of what Yaffan said, but the way he said it, with that twitch in his third eyebrow
and that faraway tone, made the air feel colder.

Meanwhile, in the brittle halls of Karnix, the Bone Oracle spoke once more. It had been silent for
centuries, ever since the War of Glass. Now its voice creaked through the marbled void, uttering just
one word: "Soon."

You might also like