A Foretale of Silver Fables (The Chronicles of Imiryion #1)

PROLOGUE

Atale as old as time itself,

The Manichean struggle unravels,

Between good and evil,

Love and loss, serenity and sorrow.

Imiryion’s fate stands in the balance,

Today and always.

It shall all start anew,

When blood weeping heavens

Will mark the dawning of the Foretold One.

Birthed neath a shadow’s omen,

Fate bestows upon her soul the heavy burden

Of an entire realm’s redemption, or damnation.

Forever entwined with the Crimson One,

Their union, forged under the unholy stars,

Shall bring either dusk without end,

Or the realm’s first pacific reign.

Only when bleeding darkness fights darkness,

May peace finally prevail.

Foreseen horrors are yet to rouse.

But wake they will, make no mistake.

Triumph, and ether shall sing in glory.

Else, Imiryion swallowed ablaze will be,

And doom endured for all eternity.

Beware the argent hue,

Beware the sable depths.

Nothing may be as it seems,

Not now, and not forevermore.