The Askance Chapter 3 Part 5a

A Prophecy From Beyond This night I strayed into a dream It was unlike any other I’ve known Nothing is an ever what it seem To place a truth to believe what was shown {There was blood dripping from the tip of my sword My eyes were flaring as rich as the red There was another, enclosing my soul away to rot And soon to slumber I shall forever fade My other hand held a cryptic bow I can only recognize It belongs to none other but Alkaiya, the Mistress of War And not far upon the ground, of death she dare defies Soon, will her spirit be deserved in my sleep to recall!} I awoke from the nightmare within my dream itself Unable to accept the fate I’m engifted to witness Can I begin to believe it a bad omen… nothing else? With a future to forget entirely, the moment to nothingness I haven’t realize as yet where I was then Yet familiar was the unnatural ambience of the darken place The stench of dead heaves heavily amongst the wasted land Yet serenity was abound for I knew… Ei-rian I’m soon to face Alkaiya was in deep meditation not too far away Her overseer, the white owl was by her side as well May the light of Erl-gria protect her mind from astray And her burdened heart be rid of any sorrows she withheld I was in the Chamber of Secrets all at once Already, she was waiting for me by a candle’s flame It was a sheer moment beyond ancient’s fate to chance Of dying hopes withering since, as to see Ei-rian once again “The forgotten was remembered, the lost was found He who passes, the word of the Knight will bound Time was written for humanities to walk through For the hand turning the hourglass always knew It's nay my bringing to have led you here this day Purely yours, the circles of time had chosen to upturn this way The disturbing dream enveloping your mind moments ago Is to be a prophecy only in possibly yet an unknown morrow It remains untrue, till your choosing to unfold its hidden fate This dream you shall fathom before the unforgiving time awakes Mayhaps it beholds a different predicament altogether An unfelt message may yet cause a stir thereafter Your troubled soul remembers still the fragileness of a mortal Easily can it be poisoned by a mere touch of sorrow! Another reason might be the warnings of being possess unwittedly For to reach the forbidden gates, one must be pure through paths of uncertainty The Heaori Chamber lies the only route through to the Temple of Erl-gria The very chamber which once led to the downfall of Alkaiya