The Road to Was: A Poem of Prophecy

When time was young, the Morrigan foretold of their coming. A new Triad would rise that will lead the world down the Road to Was, and restore the Earth to as it was before the Great Divide. Over time the Morrigan’s prophecy became rhyme, and less and less people believed their words to be true.

The prophecy is real. Meet Theory, the first of the new Triad in April.

The Great Divide
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The Earth as now is broken,
a glimmer of its former self.
It was one
but spells undone,
and single became triple at once.
The world of Was
long before time
was one less kind
and filled with mire.
For the former, Is
though undivided,
was a land of
mystics, magic, and fire.
Ruled by the Sidhe,
kings of Faerie and kin.
They were forces of nature.
Seasons changed at their whims.
Factioned in courts of
Light and Dark,
Summer and Winter
were the tops of the lot.
The best of the best
they saw in their own,
only worst in the other
so animosities growed.
Wars were waged.
Winters did rage
with the fury of the
Dark Court’s might.
The lands were scorched
by Light Court torches,
wielding Summer’s light.
Tenfold thousands of years,
carry on, yes they did.
But in silence
another force grew.
Though smaller in size,
and shorter of life,
and untrained in the arcane arts;
the dawn of mankind
signaled change and in kind,
opened the fair folk’s eyes.
They multiplied like the wind,
a thousand for six,
their numbers soon
flakes in a blizzard.
Thus the coming of man
signaled peace for Fae lands.
Light and Dark united as one
to hold hearth and home.
They took up the sword.
Blood rivers were wrought.
And with enchantment,
pierced mortal hearts.
But man would not fall;
their numbers a wall,
the Fae could not surmount.
So the High Court kings
pulled out of their sleeves,
a dark plan to force them out.
With the Mantle of Seasons,
and spells beyond reason,
they ripped the Was three apart.
One for Faeries and kin.
One for demon and ilk.
One for mortal born.
This they did.
But try as they might,
many bonds still held tight,
linking the realms to another.
So since time began
our world slowly mends,
healing to become whole again.
The time will come
when three will be born,
who shall travel the Road to Was.
And lead the Now
back to the Is,
that was before the Great Divide.
Sisters three they will be,
born the same of one mother,
shall be recognized as so:
One demon ilk with darkness of self.
One sidhe with elemental smarts.
One mortal born with a mask to be worn,
until the time to be, is was.
And how do we know
that their words are so,
when the Was is past, long forgotten?
The prophecy came
from the First Morrigan.
The keepers of order and right.
Though they foreshadow hope,
they issue this warning;
the Yet may still be undone.
For the Olden Sidhe kings
took an oath on all things,
that the Mantles of Seasons would rest.
Nevermore to adorn,
High Court royal arms.
A vow above all to be kept.
For the force of the seasons,
inside living beings
is the power to make three, none.
If the Mantles are worn
surely chaos will come,
and the Was could be Un.