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A full moon glowed down on the town of Gallthrin, located on Bluthe, directly next to Hollest. A woman with pale green skin, wrapped in a thick brown cloak, stared up to the sky, her eyes squinting in concentration.

She sighed and lay back, her magical senses were stirring inside of her, causing a feeling of dread. She sensed that the peace of the planet, would soon be shattered, by the rise of a treacherous, powerful leader. She could just tell. Her Magical senses told her everything, and they never lied. She reached into a pouch that hung from her brown belt, and pulled out a handful of a soft type of dust. It glowed golden in the moonlight.

The woman slowly drew her hand in a circle, in the air above the ground, letting some Dust drop from her hand. She then, with a sudden flick of her wrist, snapped her hand up, and threw the rest into the air above the fire.

The Dust drifted slowly, shimmering in the night air. It touched the fire, and made a loud sizzling sound, disappearing in a cloud of golden vapor.

The fire immediately turned silver, and began to flicker in a continuous pattern. The silver sheen sent a glow on the woman’s face, causing her green skin to bleach white.

“Tharche, what are you doing?” and elderly man, with matching skin, hobbled over, leaning heavily on a wooden cane. He squinted in amazement at the silver fire.

“You aren’t supposed to use magic in front of the full moon!” he gasped, fear etching his voice. “Surely you cannot of forgotten the cause of your fathers death already!”

Tharche, turned to stare calmly at him. “Grandfather, it is fine. I know what I am doing.” she then turned back to face the fire,and leaned forward in anticipation. A picture was beginning to be conjured in the flames. It was a picture of a young girl, with a ring on a silver chain. She stared solemnly out from the fire, her eyes filled with sadness.

After a few seconds the image faded, and with a crackling sizzle, the fire went from silver to orange, and everything was normal. Tharche, smiled softly.

“There is hope,” she whispered softly. She then uttered a prophecy she had received.

“The glint of a jewel, shall shine brighter than the glow of evil.”