The Prophecy of the 100 Isles

The passing of the man with the red booke is met with muted joy. But ere the dances are finished and the feasts fully cooked two ships shall set sail in a blustery storm.
Like a ghost ship shall they pass, with no soul aboard the decks or below save two captains, neither of whom will man the grey tattered sails of his vessel.
Neither shall man or elf draw near unto those vessels as they drift purposefully toward unknown ends. Pirates flee them and dragons dear not to fly near.
And much time shall pass, days they number so many. Yet forever shall they not drift the seas for rumors shall come fron the south which all fear that the man with the red booke has returned. Then will the two ships anchor one near and one far and the captains shall come ashore on crafts with no oars or sails and lo they two shall bear books, though with countenance less fair. And the one shall bear his book of blue, dark like a stormimg sky and the other comes with book white as the dreadful sands of Blestringoron.
The three shall wander until the horn is found.

Copyright 1997 Shadow Robinson