The Five Lost Prophecies of the Great Races
by Jami Amstone
Knoi
These are the helpers from which ye
Shall have guidance. From them we
Will know all, for their knowledge is not
Of this world. It is not for us to be caught
In their webs of entangled logic. Yet they
Are of creatures not of night, but of the day.
Meaning well, with clear blue eyes and fair hair,
These creatures shall die soon of lost time and
Place. But one shall come forth from dim end
And live in different states. He shall be one of those
Who will give us the weapon from which we'll oppose
Our vast enemies. This enemy ye must be weary of,
For they fight as mercenaries, their knowledge is love
And hate. They are Good and Evil, and this last one
Shall be Good. From thence we shall have finally won!
With Exco, the bond is strong, they shall help finally.
This is the Great Race of most power and knowledge--and
Of most corruption.
Exco
These dreamers of early ages shall rise again with a
Small purpose--to love and help those in need. Say
What you will these wishful people shall ne'er hate
None but that who would ruin the human state.
They have many powers--and are of a good sort,
And none shall be evil, none will ever be distort.
Their bond with Knoi is the only thing that could ever
Cause them to become cruel and to try good. Sever
The bond and they shall die, for the Knoi are the strong
Point of the bond, the Exco weak beings in all except long
Dreams of future and of present. Beware of their strength--
Never estimate. Lest, ye too shall become moon dust of fairies.
One shall also come from this world an Exco, the strongest. With
His fellow Knoi and another shall the weapon be made. This Great
Race is that of dreamy worlds and of transportation to other places.
Sie
These women and men of strong capabilities have the sight
For many things, not just good, nor just evil. Their dark and light
Is thus made a league higher than anyone of us could help to
Have. Their sense of direction is for the well-being of self, and
Nothing else. They will be swaying palm trees and have much
To answer for. These poor beings shall be guided by sweet Seniorite.
These daring creatures shall try to defeat the good and fail, Seniorite
Destroying their pupils. Then the period of dreadful time shall come
When no male Sie nor female Sie shall know of their power. Roam
As ye will no Sie shall see only to find the same we all see. One shall
Come, finally, and a Seniorita shall help, but, destroy the memory and fall
Shall come to the Sie. She shall remember and shall help the Trei that
Will make the weapon. Beware of these varied creatures--walk softly,
This Grand Race is slow to anger--but destructive when ignited.
Seniorite
These teachers have nothing to show more than their vast wisdom.
They are the female version of the weakest Knoi. But, they will sum
Up all their strength, and heads shall be sky high. They teach those
Who are stronger than they, the Sie, to be submissive and to pose
Well. They are the heroes of the past that shall be destroyed in the future--
Whether for, they know their fate, but will still remain true. The sculpture
Of one shall come, and that shall be part of the destruction of their race.
Nay, three shall survive this cursed place, and so, reproduce the face
Of glorious eyes and straight fine hair. They shall come, and then be destroyed
For the well-being once more. They will do the noble thought--ne'er toyed
With evil desire--and fight with all the might they gather. These are the grandest
Among the Great Races, loving none but the world and community itself.
Guides
These are the transporters of royalty. But beyond the Guide's scrolls
Lies mystery--and strength of many other things. They shall make Kolls,
Boats of Mighty Power. The Power shall be hidden until the world realizes
And deceases from evil power. Until then the Boats shall be travel. Wisest
Of the Great Races, they alone will remain vast after the weapon. These
Children shall be most helpful to the other Great Races of higher piece.
Yet, these Servants shall be in truth, the stepping stone of the mighty Weapon.
They shall gather the last of the Knoi, Exco, and Sie to the other that will One
The Power, fuel for the Weapon. Guides shall be weary of many things,
Wise to fall short of evil, and short of good. Servants of wise intentions--clinging
To that last bit of shrewd knowledge to beheld. I, myself, the Writer of these
Prophecies am a Guide, Reyi. I am to die alone, but, some Great Person has
Told me all this, and I must write it before my time comes. I have done my
Duty. May I now die in peace without any guilt.
Epilogue
Once there were two who dreamed of things to come. They had many talents, and many faults. They wished they could do something out of the ordinary. They received their wishes. Bryan was easy-going, he had much to live up to in his father's work. Friar was merciless, but determined to succeed for the sake of those who cared. Dew was not cared for, and needed some love. They would all face perils soon enough, good and evil consequences awaiting. They dreamt one night, and suddenly dreams became reality, as they fell into an abyss, landing hard on the ground. When they were about to speak, they gasped.
As the sparkle of new day came out, three adventurers saw their way to the brilliant, misty castle on clouds. It faded as quickly as they had realized it. Amazed by the sight, Bryan tripped over a magnificent tree that had suddenly grown there. They stared, and past recognition realized it as a guard. The leaves shook viciously, the roots suddenly grew in all directions, entrapping them in it's mercy. Their cries were unheard of though, and the bitterest one, Friar, was hopelessly yelling out profanities of sailors. The third one was in a delusional state, she giggled around her, wondering why those two were so afraid. The tree inspected them each, through various pokes and shakes. Finally, when it decided to stop, it dropped them. As soon as they caught their breath and had stop shaking, it shriveled up, into a small weed.
"What's going on?" Bryan asked his best friend, wondering what he was doing in this absurd world.
"Asking me? Why don't you ask this maiden? She was laughing, I recall during our beautiful time with the flora," Friar sneered and pointed to the girl. The girl picked up her bags, and quietly started to walk.
"Hey! Listen! Who are you? Where are we? Hello! Do you talk Common?" Bryan ran after her, but she just grew fainter still. He could not understand what was being accomplished through this torture.
"Who knows, maybe she's a ghost. She was perfectly fine up there with that horrible vine. Didn't you hear her bursts of joy?" Friar handed Bryan one of the two backpacks that was probably meant for them, as he ran up to his childhood chum.
"How do you know this one's mine? It has some huge spider imprint!" Bryan indignantly looked at his friend. "What are you trying to say? I'm a sneak?"
"No, dear imbecile, I just merely think that would be yours, since this one has a pair of stars on it," He smiled, "After all, I would be more astronomical than you, dear man."
"True I am not as you, I am not well learnt. But, I do know things you will ne'er to dream of." Bryan started walking in the direction he had ran, north. "I know how it feels to love, and to care."
"Touche, that hurts, an esteemed blow," Friar scoffed, then with one hand on his chest he staggered toward his friend. "Please teach me, master! Teach me to use my heart! It must be rusted, from no use!" Bryan playfully threw Friar off, and they both started to laugh heartily.
"So, where do you think we are?" Bryan repeated his previous question.
"I think we'll find out when we reach a group of people. It's definitely not Erose though. Look how luscious and fruitful everything is! There can never be an area like this on Erose. It is too mild," Friar observed the certain road on which they seemed to be traveling. "Excuse me, Bryan, but when was there a road? I thought we were on grass just now, following that crazy girl!" Sure enough, flowers were growing quickly, birds started to appear of nowhere.
"This place is like an oasis! So beautiful! So unlike our deserted country!" Bryan tumbled on the soft, wet grass. "It is still wet from the dew! A perfect paradise!" Friar stopped in his footsteps.
"Bryan! Do you not realize it was mid-noon when that tree caught us! And the dew, the dew, it is from your childhood dream!" Friar waved his arms about, making sure there were no invisible traps. "Remember! Your favorite fantasy was to roll around in grass that still had dew on it! It had wonderful trees and flowers!"
"You're right," Bryan finally understood. This world was from his childhood dream, a place where everything took care of itself, dying and growing at rapid speeds. This dream had plagued him since his early years, and only Friar really ever thought of it as substantial. All others had always dismissed it!
"Come out!" Friar yelled huskily, "We know your tricks, whoever you are! You have visited Bryan's mind! You have brought forth a replica! This is not the true world we stand on! Who are you? We can handle what you bring! Just tell us why we're here!" He started to move about, running around, trying to find some way to attract something.
"Friar, you have lost your mind!" Bryan saw his friend, the ever sarcastic thinker, going crazy. Would he also become a raving lunatic, so soon? This world just coincidentally happened to coincide with his dreams. What was this of a purpose? Then an idea hit him, and he was amazed at how very shallow they were. "Friar, open your backpack! It must have clues!"
"Bryan, you are a genius!" With that one comment, they both opened their bags. To their horror there was nothing there, save a spidery handkerchief in Bryan's, and a star-like handkerchief in Friar's backpack.
"What is the meaning of this?" Suddenly, they saw what had happened to them. As if by a sudden clue, a woman was suddenly thrust by a galactic force into their world.
"WHAT IN THE WORLD?!" She started screaming even louder, "HELP! FOR THE LOVE OF YOURSELF! HELP!" A tree sprung up, and did the same routine to her as one had done to them. They watched the huge, great elm rise suddenly from the ground, and trembled at the sight.
"What in the?" As the tree died, a backpack appeared, one with a dew drop print on it. She took it, smiling. "This is my nickname, Dew. But, why and what is going on, sirs? I beg answers!"
"We too seek truth of this matter, ma'am. Dew? Why is your name Dew?" Bryan had taken up immediately to finding out every possible detail of her. She looked sweet, with her white dress rumpled, and her short curls bouncing. They soon took to walking northward, as it seemed only appropriate.
"My real name is Deliaha, but, once, in a beautiful morning, my friends and I found drops of dew on my dress, from walking. They nicknamed me "Dew", because I do not quite fancy my name." Dew surrendered all information of her, and in turn they to her. She seemed to have come from a city called Geghi. She was a tavern maid there, her father owning the place. She seemed determined, and quite peculiar in the aspect that her eyes were a brilliant blue, but, her pupils were a dull gray . When asked of this, she simply stated that it was a look of her city, all of her friends, and all of her acquaintances had blue pupils-- why did they have black ones? They had to explain to her that their black pupils were normal in their small town.
"How very strange, I've never seen the likes of your town," Dew questioned, "Do you live in Frei?" The two boys stopped at the same time.
"We do not live in Frei, what is it? We live in the world of Dehui. Are you from the planet of shine?" Friar knew there were two civilizations from that planet, and that their were two on Bryan and his as well. These twin planets were the only inhabited planets in their research. The ones from the planet of shine and Dehui communicated through an ancient place, called Cresh. This place was mysterious to both planet's races, and they only knew that it connected both planets in communications, and in traveling. As a result, they talked much with the planet. But, no race had ever transported, by walking straight through Cresh. They did not know the dangers, and would not risk it.
"Yes! Are you from the dull planet?" Dew's eyes widened, as she realized what was happening. They must be in a place in between these two planets.
"Yes, we are from Dunei, and you are from Frei. We must be in a strange world. I think there is a reason we were brought here though," Friar made the connection. He walked a bit faster, and motioned the others to do the same.
