Modern Dragon

The Prophecy of the Modern Dragon


A war will start between Dragons
A war so fierce that it will be on going for ages
He will come -- the light cannot hold him at bay
A fierce evil that no one can stop

The mother of the girl child will flee
Flee to the ends of our world
And yet, be found each time by the dark
She will have to cross into another realm
If we are to survive

She will be born with a mighty burden
Some might say a curse, others – a gift
She will be of our like
And not
For she is the only one who can save us

Dreams she will have
Dreams that are tools for both the evil and light
Dreams about Dragons
About our home

A scar
A tattoo
A birthmark – which ever you call it-
Will appear on the night of her sixteenth year
With the red moon
All realms shall know of her existence

Beware! Be cautious!
Take heed my warnings
For I am Balthome
The Seer of Prophecies
The Seer of things to come

-From the lost book: Dragon Chronicle and Prophecy





Prologue


She gazed over her shoulder quickly before darting across the road into another alley. She leaned against the building, cuddling the bundle she held against her chest tightly. Her breathing was quicker, partly from the fear of what followed and from running the two miles away from the burning village. She didnt know how they found her, but they did. They always did.