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Prophesy the Folikeet
Qrow
Legacy Name: Qrow
The
Chibi FesterOwner:
AlkunaAge: 7 years, 3 months, 3 weeks
Born: December 31st, 2016
Adopted: 7 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: January 10th, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 11
- Strength: 27
- Defense: 27
- Speed: 28
- Health: 28
- HP: 28/28
- Intelligence: 29
- Books Read: 29
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
It was too beautiful a day to be murdered, Oracle Qrow thought unhappily, as the sword buried itself in her chest. She wished she had known. She wished she had some warning, but the Timelines were clouding over…. And, she thought faintly, so was her vision. The world dissolved into darkness and flames.
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The Angelic Legecia paraded into the room where the Phoenix Oracle sat demurely upon the elegantly carved chair, arrogance in every line of his body. The self proclaimed Inquisitor was responsible for the war that raged beyond the walls of the Temple of Insight.
He tossed his head, causing his lavender mane to flip out of his face. “Oracle Qrow, I do believe you owe me an apology, as well as a public admission that you were wrong.”
“Do I?” Oracle Qrow asked mildly.
“Yes. I stand before you, successful in my endeavors. You said that I could never win in my quest, and yet here I stand. The Dark is nearly destroyed. All who opposed me are missing, enslaved, or slain. I control a vast army dedicated solely to rooting out the remnants of the Dark. I control the Agency Of Balance, and all other elements have fallen into line!” His last word echoed pompously off the walls of the room and he clopped a hoof on the polished floor to punctuate his words.
Qrow let his words echo away to silence and looked at the Inquisitor with hooded eyes. The silence stretched until irritation crept across the Inquisitor’s face.
“I said I have won, and you were wrong!” the Angelic Legecia snapped. “I will have your apology now!”
“Tahrovin, Inquisitor of Light, you have not won.” Qrow’s voice was quiet and calm, but her words may as well have been shouted for the expression of shock and incredulity that spread across the Legecia’s face. “You have, instead, inspired others to rise against you for the sole purpose of putting an end to you once and for all. I warned you that the Dark could not be burned away with Light. Now you have pushed the situation to its most extreme point.”
The Inquisitor stiffened in fury, “What do you mean?”
“The time has come.” Oracle Qrow rose and spread her wings, “hear me and let the prophecy be marked!”
Magic surged and a feeling of anticipation spilled through the room.
“Beware the fanatic’s blind eyes.
Truth is sundered and shattered.
The Balance shifts.
Betrayed and reviled, Darkness comes;
And with it, all the horrors of the night.”
The words rang throughout the room. Unbeknownst to the Legecia, every word became etched in fire, floating in the air within the Hall of Records, to be written down by diligent workers. The prophecy would be copied and spread wide and far.
Tahrovin uttered a roar of rage, “Take it back! Take the prophecy back, damn you! I will have my success, regardless of your lies!”
“Prophecies cannot be undone, they can only be fulfilled. Once spoken, they may as well be set in stone.” Oracle Qrow said softly, almost sadly. “Remember, you brought this upon yourself. I am merely speaking the truth.”
The Inquisitor whipped his sword out of its sheathe, gripping the handle in his mouth, and lunged, burying the blade to the hilt in the Oracle’s chest.
Fire engulfed the Phoenix and she sank into a rapidly growing pile of ashes. The fire consumed her entirely: from her clothes to her feathers, even flesh and bone, until all that remained was a pile of fine ash and a heavy cloud of smoke.
“I will put an end to all Dark magic.” Tahrovin spat at the pile of ashes, “If I must test every newborn, execute every babe in its cradle, burn every city that dares harbor a Dark mage within its walls.”
The ashes stirred and an infant Qrow wriggled among the ashes that were her adult body’s remains.
Tahrovin sneered at the infant, “Too bad I cannot kill you permanently. Nothing would please me more than to crush your skull, infant or no, beneath my hooves. But at least you cannot speak. It will be some time before you are discovered. This death will have to suffice, and only I know of your lying prophecy.
Giving his head another toss, the Legecia cantered out of the room.
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The infant, Qrow, was discovered shortly thereafter by an acolyte. The realization that the Oracle had been murdered sent shockwaves throughout the Temple. The other Phoenixes realized that Tarovin’s war had brought about a Void event… Seeing the future was well and good when timelines were clear and easy to follow.
But a Void event meant that the world had become too chaotic, too unpredictable. Timelines were either shrouded in uncertainty, or abruptly ended. There was no way to know how the war would end, or who would survive.
All they had… was the grim prophecy of the Dark coming.Credits:
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