A Puzzling Prophecy

I see the pattern of your fate, mortal, and the fate that lies in store for all. I can advise you, though I know you will not fully understand.

Two await your coming in the golden pool below. One who you will speak to, and one you will defeat.

Your quest will both succeed and fail. He for whom you search will not be found; his fate is linked to further deeds within these lands.

Those of you who take our name will find yourselves alone. United in your purpose, but bereft of former friends.

Do not allow yourselves to fall into despair, for you are needed.

A darkness gathers power in the east. You and those you serve must rise to meet it, or the well of death will once again run red.

The young prince has become a god, and the god a prisoner. Should he be freed before his time, the tapestry of life will come undone.

But freedom shall be granted, mortal. For he too plays a part in fate's design.

There is a greater force at work within the depths. An ancient power ever seeks to reclaim what it lost.

The Mother sees the shadow, and weaves your fates to bind it. Each of her threads have purpose... even those you fear.

I see your confusion. It is a symptom all threads share. Only those outside the pattern see the truth.

But not all those who see the truth approve.

Beware my brothers, mortal. They seek to pluck the skein of fate and weave it as they wish.

You have faced one, but they are many. Your fate and theirs will soon collide, and the pattern shifts upon each viewing. You must be careful.

I shall not speak further. My sight casts echoes on the strands of fate, which can be felt by those who know the way.

Hold true to your path. Forge strength for darker days ahead.

An age of chaos approaches.