3This story has been "editted" (more like destroyed) into other versions. This is the original and I still like it better than the rest. But maybe I'll post in other editions another time?~
THE PROPHECY: CHAPTER 1
iA great Eye rests on my brow, great and full of hatred. I only need to glance at a creature with this Eye, and it would be live no more. But every time it finds bitter thoughts to feed on, it swells and I suffer severe headaches. It had not always been there. When Scarr became my advisor, a hatred for that man grew inside me and the burden swelled on my forehead, into, the Eye./i
It came to me in a dream. A wild-looking warrior with a little boy. Then I saw the boy grow into a man, and in his hand he held a long golden spear. And then I knew, that it was time. - Time for what?
"Sire!" A shrill voice shattered the vision.
"What is it Scarr?" I mumbled, still thinking of the vision.
"Those Tuatha De Danann! Not only have they refused to pay the sum they had agreed to pay, but the savages have murdered twenty-seven of our own men! I say we gather our forces, set sail at once, and teach those fools a lesson!"
I would have laughed. Laughed at this small little man who called himself my advisor and squeaked out all he had just said, and dared to tell me, Ruler of the Fomorians, what to do. But instead, I sighed, "Do as you wish Scarr," and did not say more.
We headed for the harbour at the first light of dawn. Most of the men were still grumbling about lack of sleep. They were not as excited as Scarr about this coming battle as they knew that with my fearsome Eye, we would be victorious no matter what. I lead them on, dazed with my own thoughts.
The Tuatha De Danann were not fools, and definitely not savages, for they wished for nothing more than to live in peace, and did not bother with us Fomorian. Not until /i suggested that I collect "taxes" from them every harvest and use what we collect to help our own poor, suffering people. What he really meant was that I order some of our men to sail over to the Tuatha De Danann, rob them of all they have, and then put the plunder in his charge. iI hate this man./i
I would rather die than listen to him. But what choice did I have?
When I had been heir to the throne, my life was perfect and my father was King of the Fomorians. But it all changed when a cruel sorcerer and his greedy nephew came to our island. The sorcerer thought it would be amusing to place a curse on us, and he did. For as long as our island has a King, this King must follow the advice of his greedy nephew and make him (the nephew) the King's Advisor. The sorcerer, they say, laughed and disappeared, leaving Scarr behind.
After that, my Father, once the great Ruler of the Fomorians, became a mere puppet to the sorcerer's greedy nephew. Already old with age and made wary from being slave to his own advisor, my Father died, and I, as his only son, had no choice but to take the cursed throne.
Angry shouting interrupted my thoughts and I snapped back to the present. A man waving a knife chased a scraggly boy running straight toward us. One of my soldier's horses reared, the boy fell back in horror and a half-rotten apple rolled out of his pocket.
Hauling the boy up by his wrist, the man raised his knife and-
"Stop!" I cried. He stopped and looked at me.
"What are you doing to the boy?!"
His face was still red from the chase. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he spat at me, "The brat's a filthy thief. An' thieves get caught they lose their hands." He raised his knife again but paused, "Less' ya want to pay for what he stole." He indicated the half-rotten apple on the dirt path.
I looked at the child. He had remained silent throughout our little conversation. Now big, pleading eyes stared at me from his thin face. iSo this is what my country have become since Scarr became advisor; men with no mercy and hungry children brought up as thieves. There is no hope./i My head felt like it spun as my Eye fed on the bitter thoughts and swelled.
The man with the knife, seeing the lump on my brow, instantly recognized who I was and the powers of my Eye. Frightened, he released the boy and ran away. The boy, meanwhile, had picked up the rotten apple and disappeared.
I shook my head sadly and led my men on.
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