Pack Prophecy
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The night she was born, though not of this world, the eldest of our pack cried out, awaking us from our beds. Our old gathered around a fire singing in unison as she danced around the flames in song spoken in a language by our ancestors. We stood behind them, young and old, mother and daughter, father and son listening to her sing about the chosen one. Born of heaven, born of earth, born of light and born of dark, a girl is born with hair as dark as the ebony woods, eyes as green as emerald stones and skin as fair as snow. Five hundred year had passed before she was born, but it would be a thousand before she would come to New Orleans when the brink of our darkest days loomed over our heads declaring the end was near. The night our world would seem to end, the planets will align, the moon will blacken the sun leaving only a red glare and the clouds will bleed, killing the earth. On this day she will give in, accept who she is and save us from our fate. The daughter of Maharat would return, lifting the packs curse and saving the world from death.
That night we danced under the red moon's light and sang our songs about our saviour. We sang about her light and about her might. We sang about her bravery and her power. We sang our songs and spoke into the universe so that we might have our greatest weapon. We sang about our precious stone, our Jade.
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