A girl stalked across the room, her long cloak sweeping across the barren floor. The dark cavernous room echoed the sound of her thick black boots. She lifted her head, lightly brushing her hair away from her face as she approached a long wooden table. Her hands hovered over the smooth cold material, debating whether to go through with it. The pain would be almost intolerable, but they had to learn. They had to know.
She gripped the edge of the table, sucking in a quick sharp breath as the pain shot from her hands to her head. Jaw clenched, she closed her eyes, trying to see the words that formed through her blinding headache. The blurry shapes formed into shaky letters. She struggled to read the fate, but the words shifted themselves into order:
One hero, one fool
Two loves, though it's cruel
Three friends, three secrets
Four crimes, add a weakness
Five pawns, five glories
Six sides to every story
The girl chuckled, momentarily losing her concentration. The connection between the table and her hands broke, sending the power cackling straight towards her. She collapsed on the ground, shaking uncontrollably. But as the spasms subsided, she started to smile. They would learn. They would know. They would remember the name of The Forgotten One.
As the girl lay on the ground, the sound of a crying infant a thousand miles away broke the silence, sealing the fate.
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