Prologue
“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Celestia asked as her father paced the floor. “Nothing dear, just go practice your spells in your room.” He said. She did as he said, but she knew that he was lying . His mouth twitched, and he paced constantly whenever he was worried. Anubis stopped, then walked up the stairs with his slow and steady pace. The tower was isolate, peaceful and calm. Dark shades of gray and blue covered the walls. A arm chair sat in the corner, while book shelves covered the ornate wall paper. In the middle of the room a glowing orb stood on a pedestal. Anubis walked over to it, and touched it softly. “Show me the prophecy.” He said so softly you could barely call it a mummer. The orb glowed and turned a deep purple, curly script ran slowly across the mist in the ball.
Though the kingdom you run is great
Conquering and winning at your game
The odds for you in this game have expired
A new ruler will rise from the ashes
He will push you aside, and be greater
Than any other ruler who has ever lived
Murder may be in his name
But he will be just
He will be fair
He will be noble
He will survive
