Deneth 1.0

The mountain rose sharply out of the forest. Some said the mountain was made from a god being thrown from the heavens. Other tales have said it is a proof of the arrogance of the races that created the mountain. The name of this lone peak has become, Mount Mourn.  The wind came down from the mountain side carrying with it the crisp hints of snow.  The leafless trees fustled their branches together as hands in a dead winter chill.  Sweeping across the forest and plains to the lakeside castle of the Kingdom of the Firestone clan.  As the wind swept into the castle an old crone looked out upon the land. 

Shuddering she cries out, "On the day where night and day are one, A child will emerge that will tear the gods from their thrones.  This child will be of royal blood and have the guidance of his father and sire from the gift of his mother.  He will die twice before he will wield the power to usurp the gods from their thrones.  Woe unto the world if he should choose the path of destruction and revenge." 

With her words spoken she fell dead at King David's feet.  The good king looked at the crone and called his Vizer to announce the prophecy that was spoken and to ensure that the fulfillment of the prophecy would be under his control.  Whilst the king made his preparations the wind carried its route out of the kingdom and to the grand city of the elves where a tribunal was being held.