Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Norse.
Alone, they are a weak force.
Split apart for godly reasons,
They notice a change in seasons.
Deities of evil intent
Unleash waves of torment.
Fed by fear and suffering,
They watch the heroes burning.
The world they share, now in ruin,
To save it, they must form a union.
Failure leads to certain death;
Success lead to eternal breath.
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Book of Prophecies
RandomProphecies. They are told by those who see the future. I have been lucky enough to be able to share them with you.
