The Ninth Prophecy

The Message

This is the story as I, Axion the Chosen, have seen it unravel. The course of events is described as I have experienced them. For the actions I didn’t bear witness to, I retell them as they have been told to me or as I have sensed them to be. I believe it to be as accurate account of occurrences as one can be.

The realm now continues to flourish. Our king, Damius, is proving himself to be worthy of his title. The people have named him Arath’-urh, taking up the Xelon title given to him, meaning ‘the slayer of the urh’. His right-hand’s man is now Maedur the Lancer, as he was now titled after the word of his skill of killing the urh with the lance spread. I myself have been granted a title too - the Xelons have named me the Mer-o-lin, which means ‘master of the air’, because of my relation with the horions. They attribute extraordinary powers to me and even to the sword I made for the king. That’s a bit exaggerated if you ask me. The sword, the Ex Causa Liber, or the Excalibre - as the people have come to call it in short - is finding its place in the stories too.

Now, the task is apparently simple: exploration of the Unscripted Land and of ourselves, now that many of the outer obstacles have been removed. I will leave the future exploration of the land to our fair king. I myself fancy another kind of exploration, that of time and its limitations.

The secret I have never shared with my companions of this time is that I date back a long time, to the time of the knowers. I was one of the three men who survived a test conducted by the knowers in their time. The other two were my now deceased friends Thyon and Valir. The tests were about exploring man’s ability to manipulate or bend time. I remember it only vaguely, through flashes of memory, as we were only boys then and only God knows what we had to go through. The tests appeared to show some result. For the three of us who survived, the side-effect was that we were able to partially see through time, both into future and into the past. We also became almost immune to time. We were growing old, but so very slowly.

Despite the effects of the tests on us individually, we weren’t able to actually break through the borders of time ourselves back then. Hope lays that maybe our future generations might find a way to do so. I hope that, if any entity is to bend the border of time to the point of breaking, that one thing sent through would be this humble writing of mine. If it is so, it cannot be certain to the people of which time of our past the scripture would be delivered. If it is to be delivered to the old ages before the time of the knowers, it will probably survive as a legend, a story of the old told by the fire. Maybe through time it will be twisted and altered in some of its fabric and facts. What is more important is that its message survives. If it survives, the story could tell the knowers the truth of our destiny, of their destiny.

If they are to be presented with these truths, maybe the knowers will change their attitude. Maybe the time of great lights and near annihilation of our race will never occur. That could mean that the future told here might never come to be. It could mean that our lives are never to be lived, our destinies never fulfilled.

I hope it will be so, for life is worth living only if it is for the good of all. I am willing to make such a sacrifice. I hope that those of the times to come and of the times past will be willing to do the same as well.