It was a warm greenleaf night. The camp was still and silent. Suddenly, a mystical voice rang out.
"Three will come from shining wish,
When they are needed most.
to fend off danger that will come.
The most unlikely of groups,
whose power will not show;
until the time of greatest need,
forevermore unknown.
The first, from wish, seeks not a battle,
but only to help;
The second, from shimmer, bearing a pelt of stormiest gray.
And last, unknown from where,
and hardest to find, so wait, for it may not be who it seems.
It shall be one who seems not unique,
but the one who delivers the rescue.
When united, their power shall be revealed.
But be warned, should they fail,
the shining wish shall diminish into evermore."
Moonstar awoke with a jolt. She rushed off to Roseflower's den, and woke her up. "Roseflower," she said, "I think I've just had a prophecy."
To be continued.........
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