An old man with only his right hand wrote a short note which is called prophecy to be passed down from generation to generation as a myth.
" When the sea of fire burns,
When the ash falls like snow,
The curtain of the stage shall raise,
A fight to death between light and dark shall begin,
The future of the country will rest on the young man's shoulder with a crest on his chest,
When the gong sounds, it shall be the mark of the beginning "
"I the witness shall past down the prophecy with my own eyes as I have failed my part and I will still fight in my own ways, the prophecy shall bring forth the hope that will be bestowed to humanity as the other one slowly rises to take over them, I whom have failed shall bring forth.....
The story ends there as the old man releases his last breath and passed away in front of the papers with a paper written with the octopus ink. That piece of paper is passed down and then later being displayed in museums as an art as it is one of the oldest script. Time after time, era after era, age after age, everything goes by and continues to change from old times when papers are firstly invented till this day, the short script written by the old man is still there, as if it is telling stories or even a prophecy.
