The Pattern

From the wonderfull mind of Robert Jordan (R.I.P.) and his ever more captivating universe "The Wheel of Time".



This is a much darker version of the prophecies, and I've incorporated elements from the series that dont appear in the original prophecies as well. So be warned, this is not the prophecy of Lews or Rand.



Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did putting it together.

/Steff

The Shadow shall rise across the world, and darken every land, even to the smallest corner, and there shall be neither Light nor safety. And he who shall be born of the Dawn, born of the Maiden, according to Prophecy, he shall stretch forth his hands to catch the Shadow, and the world shall scream in the pain of salvation. All Glory be to the Creator, and to the Light, and to he who shall be born again. May the Light save us from him.


And it shall come to pass that what men made shall be shattered, and the Shadow shall lie across the Pattern of the Age, and the Dark One shall once more lay his hand upon the world of man. Women shall weep and men quail as the nations of the earth are rent like rotting cloth. Neither shall anything stand or abide


Yet one shall be born to face the Shadow, born once more as he was born before, and shall be born again, time without end.


The Dragon shall be Reborn, and there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth at his rebirth. In sackcloth and ashes shall he clothe the people, and he shall break the world again by his coming, tearing apart all ties that bind.


Like the unfettered dawn shall he blind us, and burn us, yet shall the Dragon Reborn confront the Shadow at the Last Battle, and his blood shall give us the Light. Let tears flow, O ye people of the world. Weep for your salvation.


And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed,and hope died.


And men cried out to the creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the Promised One be born of the mountain, according to the prophecies, as he was in ages past and will be in ages to come.


Let the Prince of the Morning sing to the land that the green things will grow and the valleys give forth lambs. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.


On the slopes of Dragonmount shall he be born, born of a maiden wed to no man.


Fortune rides like the sun on high

with the fox that makes the ravens fly.

Luck his soul, the lightning his eye,

He snatches the moons from out of the sky.


He will be of the ancient blood, and raised by the old blood.


Power of the Shadow made human flesh,

wakened to turmoil, strife and ruin.

The Reborn One, marked and bleeding,

dances the sword in dreams and mist,

chains the Shadowsworn to his will,

from the city, lost and forsaken,

leads the spears to war once more,

breaks the spears and makes them see,

truth long hidden in the ancient dream.


And as it was written, that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone,did he draw it out, like fire in his hand, and his glory did burn the world. Thus did it begin. Thus do we sing his Rebirth. Thus do we sing the Beginning.


Into the heart he thrusts his sword,

into the heart, to hold their hearts.


Who draws it out shall follow after,

What hand can grasp that fearful blade?


As the plow breaks the earth shall he break the lives of men,

and all that was shall be consumed in the fire of his eyes.

The trumpets of war shall sound at his footsteps, the ravens feed at his voice,

and he shall wear a crown of swords.


Twice dawns the day when his blood is shed.

Once for mourning, once for birth.

Twice and twice shall he be marked,

twice to live, and twice to die

Red on black, the Dragons blood stains the rock of Shayol Ghul.

The unstained tower breaks and bends knee to the forgotten sign.
The seas rage, and stormclouds gather unseen.
Beyond the horizon, hidden fires swell, and serpents nestle in the bosom.


What was exalted is cast down; what was cast down is raised up.
Order burns to clear his path.


And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be born among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end.


His coming shall be like the sharp edge of of the plow, turning our lives in furrows from out of the places where we lie in our silence.


The breaker of bonds; the forger of chains.


The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny.


There can be no health in us, nor any good thing grow, for the land is one with the Dragon Reborn, and he one with the land. Soul of fire, heart of stone, in pride he conquers, forcing the proud to yield. He calls upon the mountains to kneel, and the seas to give way, and the very skies to bow. Pray that the heart of stone remembers tears, and the soul of fire, love.


Master of the lightnings, rider on the storm, wearer of a crown of swords, spinner-out of fate. Who thinks he turns the Wheel of Time, may learn the truth too late.


To ride on the winds of the rising storm, and run to the sounds of the thunder. He danced among the lightning bolts, and tore the world asunder.


Five ride forth, and four return.
Above the Watchers Over the Waves shall he proclaim himself,
bannered cross the sky in fire.


The lions sing and the hills take flight. The moon by day, and the sun by night. Blind woman, deaf man, jackdaw fool. Let the Lord of Chaos rule.


And the Shadow fell upon the Land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the world. The moon was as blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of him who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. And him they named Dragon.


The Seals that hold back the night shall weaken,
and in the heart of winter shall winters heart be born,
amid the wailings of lamentations and the gnashing of teeth,
for winters heart shall ride a black horse, and the name of it is Death.


And it shall come to pass, in the days when the Dark Hunt rides,
when the right hand falters and the left hand strays,
that mankind shall come to the Crossroads of Twilight,
and all that is, all that was,
and all that will be and shall be shall balance on the point of a sword,
while the winds of the Shadow grow.


With his coming are the dread fires born again.
The hills burn, and the land turns sere.
The tides of men run out, and the hours dwindle.
The wall is pierced, and the veil of parting raised.
Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth.
There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.


When the winds of Tarmon Gaidon scour the earth, he shall slay his people with the sword of peace, and destroy them with the leaf. For he shall come like the breaking dawn, and shatter the world again with his coming, and make it anew.

He shall bind the nine moons to serve him.

The north shall he tie to the east, and the west shall be bound to the south.

He shall break the nations, and shatter the world.

His blood on the rocks of Shayol Ghul,
washing away the Shadow, sacrifice for mans salvation.

In the Pit of Doom shall his blood free men from the Shadow.


At the end of time,
when the many become one,
the last storm shall gather its angry winds
to destroy a land already dying.
And at its center,
the blind man shall stand
upon his own grave.
There he shall see again,
and weep for what has been wrought.

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