✧˖°.⚔️.°˖✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐘 ··· a collection of prophecies, forgotten auguries, ill-favored omens, and those whose lives have long since ceased to belong to themselves. genre: medieval fantasy, prophecy, court intrigue, political drama, angst.
The gods spoke your name long before your mother ever did.
It was never a question of whether the prophecy would awaken, only when.
There are older things than kings, and older promises than crowns.
I fear the prophecy less than I fear those who seek to fulfill it.
The realm has spent generations preparing for your coming. I wonder if it prepared you at all.
You have mistaken a prophecy for a promise.
Every man who has interpreted these words has reached a different conclusion.
The stars have not been thus aligned since the prophecy was first spoken.
There is another verse, though none alive dare recite it.
The oracle begged that your name never be written.
The prophecy speaks of two heirs, though history remembers but one.
Some truths were buried not because they were false, but because they were true.
You bear the face the prophecy described.
The realm has long awaited a savior. It never considered what such salvation might require.
The scroll has outlived kingdoms.
The prophecy did not foretell peace.
I have devoted my life to preventing what now stands before me.
There are some doors that ought never be opened, and some prophecies that ought never be read.
Fate has a curious habit of finding those who flee it.
Every attempt to thwart the prophecy has only strengthened it.
The gods delight in speaking plainly only after it is too late.
The prophecy named no victor.
You ask whether I believe the prophecy. I ask whether it believes in you.
There are many who would sooner see you dead than see the prophecy tested.
It is no blessing to know the shape of one's own ruin.
The child foretold has become the very thing the realm feared.
We have spent centuries preparing for the wrong heir.
Not every chosen soul is chosen for glory.
You were never meant to inherit the kingdom. You were meant to change it.
The prophecy concerns blood far more than birthright.
There are those who worship the prophecy and those who fear it. I have yet to meet one who understands it.
Your ancestors spent their lives hiding these words from the world.
Every generation has believed itself the last.
I would sooner question the gods themselves than trust the certainty of prophets.
Some prophecies awaken only when spoken aloud.
The oldest lie ever told was that destiny cannot be resisted.
There is a reason the seers refused to finish the tale.
You have inherited a burden no crown could equal.
Even the ravens refused to fly the night you were born.
The heavens marked your coming with uncommon violence.
There are prophecies written in ink, and others written in blood.
The prophecy was never meant for mortal eyes.
I begin to fear that we have misunderstood every word.
The final line has been missing for generations.
A kingdom may survive a poor ruler. Few survive a fulfilled prophecy.
The gods have remained silent ever since your birth.
I do not doubt the prophecy. I doubt our understanding of it.
The greatest danger lies not in destiny itself, but in those determined to hasten its arrival.
Should the prophecy prove true, none of us shall leave this age unchanged.
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