Okay everyone,this is supposed to be a riddle, so dont think you will understand it easily. This riddle is something that the main character in the story has to read and try to make sense of. Little does he know that he is part of the riddle itself...


"THE RIDDLE OF THE FORETELLER"



A gale of wind blows soothingly through the mountain valley.A cold After-the-Battle wind swept over the whole valley that was encumbered by hundreds of lifeless corpses,sweeping away their pain and memories that they no longer had dominion over.The battle fierce and the valley now almost completely barren and desolate,the only life remaining was the wind and a rose petal that blew in the wind.The rose petal soared far above the soldiers' corpses, it's violet body cradled in the grasp of the wind.Having been separated from it's family of petals by the darkness,the petal was scooped up and saved by the wind.It was being taken away from the valley of hate,yet being pursued by the darkness,the darkness that wished to obliterate any piece of life possible.Flying close behind them, the darkness tossed black flaming spheres at them.All that the petal could do was watch,but the wind fought back earthshakingly hard.He blew out the flames and slowed the darkness' pace,but he could not stop it's wrath.Finally, once the the wind had no stregnth remaining,he fell,fell down to Earth,the place he did not belong.The rose petal cried out for the wind,but no answer returned to her.As she fell,she began to weep,not because she was scared to
the succumb to the darkness,but because she was scared that the wind would.For she loved the wind.Very solemnly.And he loved her just the same.
Falling and falling,crying and crying,she hit the Earth,crashing side-by-side with the wind.There was no pain, just worriedness.Seeing her worriedness,the wind assured her,with great nobleness,that he would save them.He put all of his cramps and pains away,locked away,deep inside of him,where they wouldn't come out....couldn't come out; and he took from the last stronghold keeping him alive.....in existence,the last remaining life he had,and transformed it into stregnth.And then,as the Sun ascended over the the distant mountain peaks,he ultimatelly performed his final fight,his swan song.And NEVER in the history of time itself will there ever be a more radiantly magnificient performance,because this is the day in which the Sun and the Wind collide,side-by-side,with darkness. For you see,dear reader of this riddle and possibly the savior of time,I,The Foreteller,speak the truth and only the truth from things I predict,and I can assure you that this riddle,if figured out,is the fate of TIME,and within
time lies us,Earth,and space,and you,even YOU.However,I can also assure you that there will only be one being who
EVER figures out this riddle out.


All I have to say to that person is this:YOU WILL ONLY UNDERSTAND THIS RIDDLE ON EITHER THE TIME OF YOUR
IMMINANT DEATH,OR THE SECOND YOU REALIZE THAT YOU HAVE A BIGGER RESPONSIBILITY IN LIFE THAN DIEING OR DOING WHAT YOU
ARE DOING THE MOMENT YOU'VE UNDERSTOOD THIS RIDDLE WHOLLY AND TRUTHFULLY.

Hopefully you'll experience the latter.If you don't,you are not the savior of time,and this entire predictionis trash that completely and utterly deceived me,and I've never been deceived before.