Two Riders' Prophecy

To battle the darkness, two Riders will rise.

 

Across the realm of ice and into the plains of war,

through rivers and mountains paved with bones, 

two Riders shall rise to quest and endure. One

 

soldier-raised, one tooth and claw,

their journey tested through battle and bond,

two by two, though they alone cannot undo

 

a broken realm mirroring land by land.

Of hammer and sword, of ice and amethyst

a dragon calls to each with mission more—

 

Four to unite the sacred Six: a stone

of earth to cleave the dark, the Spirit of Dragon to mark,

a blade of light will shatter through, a horn of wind

 

shall claim power anew. An arrow of fire,

ever nocked, a chain of ice, a sea unlocked,

all within a fated crux. Through prison and cloak,

 

through a Traveler’s hand, through the egg of dragons last,

a certain luck. Dragon Riders are these, each

in purpose guided, a twinning of wings,

 

each in struggle started. No destiny is certainty,

long told as myth, long lived as legend,

but take to the ground and heed the skies—

 

to battle the darkness, two Riders will rise.