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 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.
(From Aleth nin Taerin alta Camora, The Breaking of the World. Author unknown, the
Fourth Age)
And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, 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 ages
past and will be in ages to come. Let the Prince of Morning sing to the land that 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.
(From Charal Drianaan te Clamon, The Cycle of the Dragon. Author unknown, the
Fourth Age)
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 nor 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 shall be wailing
and gnashing of teeth at his rebirth. In sack cloth and ashes shall be 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 you salvation.
(From The Karaethon Cycle: The Prophecies of the Dragon, as translated by Ellaine
Marise'idin Alshinn, Chief Librarian at the Court of Arafel, in the Year of Grace 231 of the
New Era, the Third Age)
And men cried unto 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 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.
(From Charal Drianaan te Clamon, The Cycle of the Dragon. Author unknown, the
Fourth Age)
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 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.
(From Commentaries on the Prophecies of the Dragon, by Jurith Dorine, Right Hand to
Queen of Almoren, 742 AB, the Third Age)
And it was written that no hand but his should wield the Sword held in the Stone, but he did
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.
(From Do'in Toldara te', Songs of the Last Age, Quarto Nine: The Legend of the
Dragon,composed by Boanne, Songmistress at Taralan, the Fourth Age)
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.
(From Commentaries on the Karaethon Cycle, Sereine dar Shamelle Motara,
Council-Sister to Comaelle, High Queen of Jaramide circa 325 AB, the Third Age)
And when the blood was sprinkled on ground where nothing could grow, the Children of the
Dragon did spring up, the People of the Dragon, armed to dance with death. And he did call
them forth from the wasted lands, and they did shake the world with battle.
(From The Wheel of Time by Sulamein so Bhagad Chief Historian at the Court of the Sun,
the Fourth Age)
With his coming are the dread fires born again. The hills burn, and the land turn 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.
(Fragment from The Prophecies of the Dragon, believed translated by N'Delia Basolaine
First Maid and Swordfast to Raidhen of Hol Cuchone circa 400 AB)
The unstained tower breaks and bends knee to the forgotten sign. The seas rage, and storm
clouds 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.
(The Prophecies of the Dragon translated by Jeorad Manyard Governor of the Province of
Andor for the High King, Artur Paendrag Tanreall)
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.
(From a much disputed translation of The Prophecies of the Dragon by the poet Kyera
Termendal, of Shiota, believed to have been published between FY 700 and FY 800)
Rosel of Essam wrote 200 years after Breaking: "Heart of the Dark. Ba'alzamon. Name
hidden within name shrouded by name. Secret buried within secret cloaked by secret.
Betrayer of Hope. Ishamael betrays all hope. Truth burns and Sears. Hope fails before truth.
A lie is our shield. Who can stand against the Heart of the Dark? Who can face the Betrayer
of Hope? Soul of Shadow, Soul of the Shadow, he is..."
"Leafblighter means to blind the Eye of the World,...He means to slay the Great Serpent....."
message from a dying Maiden.
The Stone of Tear will never fall until the People of the Dragon come to the Stone.
The Stone of Tear will not fall till the Sword That Can Not Be Touched is wielded by the
Dragon's hand.
His blood on the rocks of Shayol Ghul, washing away the Shadow, sacrifice for man's
salvation.
On the slopes of Dragonmount shall he be born, born of a maiden wedded to no man.
He shall slay his people with the Sword of Peace and destroy them with the Leaf.
He shall bind the Nine Moons to serve him.
He will heal the wounds of madness and cut hope.
He will break chains and put some in chains.
Five rides forth, and four return. Above the watchers shall he proclaim himself, bannered
cross the sky in fire...
He will be of the ancient blood, and raised by the old blood. (TGH:8)
The grave is no bar to my call (inscribed on the Horn of Valere) (tGH)
The Horn of Valere will only be found just in time for the Last Battle. (tGH)
Let whosoever sounds me think not of glory, but only of Salvation. (Horn of Valere) (tGH)
The Horn of Valere will call dead Heroes back to fight in the Last Battle. (tGH)
No more False Dragons after the Dragon proclaims himself.
When the winds of Tarmon Gai'don scour the Earth, he will face the Shadow and bring forth
Light again in this World.
And the Glory of the Light did shine upon him.
And the Peace of the Light did he give men.
Binding nations to him.
Making one of many.
Yet the shards of hearts did give wounds.
And what was once did come again--in fire and in storm
Splitting all in twain.
For his peace...
--for his peace...
...was the peace ...
...was the peace...
...of the sword.
And the Glory of the Light did shine upon him.
(From Glory of the Dragon composed by Meane sol Ahelle, the Fourth Age)
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.
(Chant from a children's game heard in Great Aravalon, the Fourth Age)
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.
Kandori translation
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?
Twice and twice shall he be marked,
Twice to live, and twice to die.
Once the heron, to set his path.
Twice the heron , to name him true.
Once the dragon, for remembrance lost.
Twice the dragon, for the price he must pay.
Twice dawns the day when his blood is shed.
Once for mourning, once for birth.
Red on black, the Dragon's blood stains the rock of Shayol Ghul.
In the Pit of Doom shall his blood free men from the Shadow.
Dark Prophecy
Daughter of the Night, she walks again.
The Ancient War, she yet fights.
Her new lover she seeks, who shall serve her and die, yet serve still.
Who shall stand against her coming?
The Shining Walls shall kneel.
Blood feeds Blood.
Blood calls Blood.
Blood is, and Blood was, and Blood shall ever be.
The man who channels stands alone.
He gives his friends for sacrifice.
To roads before him, one to death beyond dying, one to life eternal.
Which will he choose? Which will he choose?
What hand shelters? What hand slays?
Blood feeds Blood.
Blood calls Blood.
Blood is, and Blood was, and Blood shall ever be.
Luc came to the Mountains of Dhoom.
Isam waited in the high passes.
The hunt is now begun. The Shadow's hounds now course and kill.
One did live, and one did die, but both are.
The Time of Change has come.
Blood feeds Blood.
Blood calls Blood.
Blood is, and Blood was, and Blood shall ever be.
The Watchers wait on Toman's Head.
The seed of the Hammer burns the ancient tree.
Death shall sow, and summer burn, before the Great Lord comes.
Death shall reap, and bodies fail, before the Great Lord comes.
Again the seed slays ancient wrong, before the Great Lord comes.
Now the Great Lord comes.
Now the Great Lord comes.
Blood feeds Blood.
Blood calls Blood.
Blood is, and Blood was, and Blood shall ever be.
Now the Great Lord comes.
(Written in blood in Trolloc Language, not in Trolloc Hand, on the prison walls in Fal Dara after
Padan Fain escaped)
