Mike's Prophesies
Five hundred years ago, a Frenchman named Nostradamus wrote a number of prophesies for the future. I also feel that I have a gift to write what is to happen in the future. The following visions are written in no particular chronological order.
The greatest journey of mankind will begin with great fanfare. Seven heroes are honored. Celebration is short lived when the journey to the fourth is cut short. Seven heroes are mourned.
The loss reverberates throughout the countryside. The long haired conquerors are conquered by a lesser in the city by the lake. The once optimistic future is now grim. The supporters are devastated.
What began as fire is now ice. The sky reveals not sun nor stars. What was begun by the fool is ended by God. What was begun by God is ended by the fool.
The great purge begins after the noon meal. The mass is wasted away from the body. What was once full has been thinned. Where there was life is nothing but death.
A golden haired hornet begins to speak. With these words a massive following arises. Swift vengeance comes to those who oppose. The power of the hornet grows until the time of the great betrayal.
The one with horns comes out of the west. Despite his solitude, his conquering spirit is high. The one with horns unifies with the one with the golden halo and they see their power grow. Only the song of the siren can defeat them now.
The minor threat posed from the north ended as the lesser retreated. After claiming one final victory over the greater power in the south, those from the north went in to seclusion. Minor skirmishes continue however as small numbers of those from the north peak their heads out from behind their grand fortress. Victory would never again be tasted by the once victors.
Shortly after their loss in the city by the lake, the long haired conquerors are completely destroyed far from the water. The battle began optimistically for the long hairs, but in the final moments the tide turned in favor of the red lessers. Death came quickly while falling off a cliff. The long hairs would never rise again.
A great illness befalls the land. The churning of the stomachs of those affected would never cease. Streets are full of what is left of this horrendous epidemic. The survivors are never again the same.
The next great leader emerges from underneath a golden star. His supporters are many at the beginning and only grow. At the height of his power he is beloved. After his reign ends, his supporters remain loyal.
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