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“In many years a new generation
Will witness the birth of an entire new nation
For the land of Albion is yet to come
In an age of beauty experienced by some
One known as Emrys in title alone
One known as Arthur named from the bone
Saviors to some but not to all
No one to challenge as they stand tall
The greatest of warlocks with magic abound
And the bravest of men to walk the ground
Will give a new meaning to “light as a dove"
Joined together by a new kind of love
For the ink on their skin is unique to their own
In the shape that many think to be sewn
Two sides the same shine
Two thrones the same time
One to be born of tyrannical accord
One to be born of a dragonlord
One to be born with magic in vein
One to be born with valor in heart
Two kings to be raised too far apart
With feelings that fester much like a wart
Being pulled together through fate alone
Not knowing until their destiny is shown
Full of laughing,life,and love
Pleasing to the many stars above
Their kingdom to be one many would join
Long live the kings of the Coin”
The druid finished,looking very pleased at how well she had memorised the prophecy when she was younger.
Most of the children sigh and groan. “Oh come on, how many times have we heard this? It's just a story," one particularly unruly nine year old said. “The wart part gets me every time," another adds followed by a sigh.
A chuckle comes from the back of the hut. An older druid sat in a chair, “You have no idea how close we are. We are closer to the age of the Kings than ever before.” she stood with cracking knees,”When they are here,we will know," she said finally before turning and heading out from the hut,leaving the children and younger druid in a slight uneasy confusion.