The world will fracture, splinter in two, One made of gray, the other of blue. Beasts will emerge, filled with fury and scorn, Fighting to recover what from their claws we have torn. Two saviors will arise, one above, one below, A king born in fire and a queen bred of snow. Together they will heal that which we broke, With magic and spirit, with mirrors and smoke. But only on the day when the sky does fall, Will be revealed the one who will save you all.
