In the aftermath of the Crucionic War, in the days before the First Sun, a prophet was born.
On his fifth name day, his work began. For it was on this day he felt a change take over his body. He lifted his eyes heavenward, and there he saw within the clouds, the head of a lion. A light emerged from within the eye of the great beast. So bright was it, that the child was forced to turn away. Yet, the light had already penetrated his mind, and filled his vision.
When the young boy opened his eyes, he spoke:
Seven Sons birth Seven Suns.
Seven hearts will strive till done.
Seven circles,
Seven years,
Seven hearts will fill with tears.
Seven times the world will turn.
Seven songs the Tribes will learn.
Seven fates,
Seven gates, and
Seven pains will birth
The Eighth.
