A Sampling of the OrzanProphecies

Listen,

I have heard the Ashani weeping

weeping for their children

I have watched the Ashani watch in horror

the horror of betrayal

I have heard how the Tiger seduces

seduces with sweet promises

I have witnessed the betrayal of our people

tribe against tribe

I have smelled the trail of death

to the land of stones

I felt the pain of starvation, the ache of thirst

a people wasting away I was scorched by the loneliness of the Ashani

removed from purpose

I know the despair of shame, unfulfilled honour

to weak to return.

The Ashani have spoken. They known the Shawnal are wary and distrustful. They known we are unwilling to unite and are weary of betrayal. They known we are Shawnal only because we bound together by a delicate web spun by the Jarazine. The Ashani declare the Jarazine will bring us our salvation.

Shawnal do not despair, the ancestors have whispered hope. I have seen the moving star that will lead us back.

At the appointed time the Orzan will call

The tribes will gather first one, then all

Speared in confusion the enemy will fall

The old will be honoured above the wall

Many will claim the mantle of Orzan

All but one will be a fragile man

In a time of war a foreign lord

A false Orzan slain by a sword

The tigers spirit he will hold

A glittering heritage of gold

A bound beast he will keep

Guarded by steel that does not sleep

Fire will be his to command

The black sun flown in the sand

His song will bring us peace

His voice the Ashani release.

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