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 2
We sailed due south with the rising sun on our left. The trip was fairly uneventful, until I overheard some of the men talking.
"They say it was only one man who slew our twenty-seven," one said.
"Only one?" the other raised his eyebrows.
"Aye," he replied, "the one with the golden spear."
The dream rushed back to me. But now a voice spoke.
iIt was prophesized that you will be killed by your own grandson. You tried to ignore the prophecy, but your wicked advisor knew that you would grief if you were separated from your daughter. So he told you to lock her away in a tower on her thirteenth birthday and you had no choice but to follow.
But no one knew that one day, a warrior shipwrecked off the coast of this island, found your daughter, and they fell in love. No long after, the warrior had to return to his homeland and took their baby son with him. Out of longing for the warrior and her son, your daughter died in the tower..iMy grandson lives?/i I questioned, iWho are you?/i
But the voice was gone and all I heard was the call of seagulls flying overhead.
At last, we reached the shore of the Tuatha De Danann. A bird sang. I thought I could almost forget that we were here for battle, when I saw an army of men marching toward us from the horizon. At their lead was no doubt their King, and yet another figure. He shifted his hand and I saw a flash of gold. The one with the golden spear. iSo he was real after all, but what did his appearance in the vision mean?/i
A trumpet blasted and they charged! I forgot my thoughts and signaled my own men. The beautiful field that had been green soaked red as we fought. The stench and the crashing of weapons became unbearable and I realized that my men were losing. iHow stupid of me! Did I not have the Eye?/i
"Retreat! Retreat!" I screamed.
Once my men were out of the way, I opened the Eye. Immediately a hundred of the enemy lay dead. Hundred after hundred of them came and fell. But they kept coming. Scarr, who had been hiding the whole time, laughed at them. I winced and felt my Eye swell more. The Tuatha De Danann were stubborn, but brave.
By now, the few of them who survived had no choice but to retreat. But there was one man who stood in the middle of the slain bodies.
In one swift motion, he brought his arm back and thrust his golden spear. In reality it came at an incredible speed, but in my mind I could hear it humming. iIt was prophesized that you will be killed by your own grandson./i I saw it spinning. iYour grandson lives./i Its gold blaze blinded me. Then I understood.
iThe prophecy lives./i
It flew, straighter than any spear had flown and truer than any mortal weapon had struck. It sped through my Eye and I felt a piercing pain. As I fell, I heard Scarr shriek behind me. The spear had struck him. The pain began to lessen. I felt a kind of peace come over me and my head felt lighter as the hatred drained out of my Eye.
iThe time had come. The prophecy lives./i