A soft pink tongue lapped up the puddle's water as Starr drank. She lifted up her head and looked at the stars. A small group arranged into the symbol of a rising sun over water before setting themselves back into their original position. The glittering dark blue fox sighed and jumped onto a rock, looking over the trees. Where are they? She wondered.
Starr's thought was answered by a big gust of wind as a pink dragon landed. The dragon folded one of her wings up, but she put the claw at the tip of the other one on the ground. A gray cat with fur sticking out everywhere and a red wolf with a narrow head slid down. "Ah, Rose, Ash, Fire, welcome," Starr said softly, surprising them.
The dragon turned around, dipped her head, and growled, "You called us?"
Starr nodded, the stars in her eyes twinkling as she said in her bell-like voice, "I am happy that you knew that it was me, Rose, and that I was successful. You all got the dream."
Rose opened her mouth, about to say something, when the wolf stepped forward, and said, "Ah, but milady, I was the one that convinced them that it was you."
Starr raised her eyebrow and scanned the strange group. "It might have been you, Fire, but the important thing is that you all are here." Fire dipped her head with respect and backed up, sitting beside the cat.
Starr smiled. "And you, Ash? You have not said anything- that isn't like you."
The cat looked up, startled. "No
it's just that
" his voice drifted off at the end.
A blaze of light and stars stretched out from the fox's eyes. They were light blue and glowing. When the light receded and Starr went back to normal, she jumped down and licked Ash's head. "It is okay," she said softly. "Your father's death was not your fault. He was on his way anyway." She turned around, jumped back onto the rock, and continued. "It is a good thing that you healers can communicate with the Nights," Starr said, as a shooting star blazed its way through the sky, rearranging the stars and momentarily making them look like a rising sun at dawn. The shooting star returned, and the stars became a moon covered by clouds. Starr shivered as the shooting star raced back, making the stars two claws clashing. As the shooting star returned to where it came from, the shining orbs rearranged themselves for the final time. Starr glimpsed a beautiful lilac and an arrow before the stars returned to normal. "I think that I have a prophecy for you." She looked at the Healers sternly. "Ash, Fire, Rose, I am telling this to you because Healers are the only ones that the Nights can trust any more in Dragon Tribe, Wolf Pack, and CatClan. We can sense that the others are losing their faith. The Ja'ars are gaining power." She sighed and closed her eyes. "I hope that the Healers will always keep their faith.
"We will," Ash said. "You know that the Healers, no matter whether they're wolf, cat, or dragon, will always, always be loyal to the Nights."
Starr smiled and nodded, opening her eyes. "Then I shall tell you the prophecy. I-I do have your word by the blazing star, do I?" she asked quizzically, tilting her head.
"Aye," Fire said. "We'll promise."
The healers nodded. "By the blazing star," they said.
Starr sighed and she sat down. Suddenly a change passed through her. Her limbs got stiff, and her eyes started glowing again, but this time light didn't stream out of them. The fox's mouth didn't move, but her voice echoed down from the heavens,
"The dawn will rise as the moon is hidden.
"All shall bow and shall do as they're bidden.
"Nothing shall be saved from the fire that burns,
"But still a brave group will travel to the mountain with ferns.
"Claws shall clash, tensions shall rise,
"One shall enter with a strange disguise.
"The lilac and the arrow will join on a side.
"Armies will battle, forces will collide.
"Iris and rose will fight with mighty strength,
"They, with the sun, must go to the length.
"A betrayal will follow, and nobody shall know,
"Until the night falls, and almost none is aglow.
"But even night must end, and the dawn will ascend.
"The dark's throne will be crushed, its force will never mend.
"In that way we will be saved, no matter the price.
"But take this advice:
"We all must beware- the last enemy to face is death.
"Remember that nobody has won that battle as you draw your last breath."
Light played down from the sky, and Starr disappeared in a flash. Her voice flew by on the wind, saying, "Beware, dear healers. The dark is near."
Ash blinked and started to say something, but a chilly wind blew past, drowning out his words. Starr dipped her head as her form was blown away with the wind and her stars joined their companions.
Rose shook her head and said in a rumbling, magnificent voice, "We may not yet know what the prophecy means, but if Starr herself told us, we must heed her words. I heard wisdom in her voice."
Fire closed her eyes. "I agree with Rose," she said. "I have a feeling that what she was talking about was one or more wolves, one or more dragons, and one or more cats. I do not know which one is which, but the dawn, iris, rose, moon, shadow, claw, lilac, arrow, night, and death would be their symbols."
Fire smiled and nodded gently. "We shall."
Rose smiled, happy that they had reached an agreement. "We must leave now. My Tribe needs me," she said. She reared up on her hind legs and pushed herself into the air with her powerful wings.
Ash dug his claws into the ground to keep from being blown away. He looked at Fire. "Watch over your Pack," he said, licking her in a friendly way on the cheek before turning around and leaving.
"May the Nights guide you!" the wolf called after him.
"You too!" came two distant voices- Rose and Ash.
Fire smiled, but then narrowed her eyes. She smelled the air, bristling, but shrugged and turned around. A snake-like creature slid out of the shadows and rose up on two legs. He wore ragged, black clothes with jagged edges. His eyes were balls of smoke and black fire. His skin was scaly and black. The scales formed an impenetrable armor, protecting him. He held a sword with a gargantuan blade in his left hand. Lightning streaked up and down the blade. Long and sharp but flexible claws were wrapped around the red silk-wrapped handle. He had a hood pulled over his head, so all you could see was a lethal hooked beak with teeth in it. The creature, a Ja'zar sneered and spread out bat-like wings, cackling. "You really think so?" he rasped, "You really, REALLY think so? Oh, yes the prophecy has been told, but I, I the mighty, I the powerful, I will NOT be defeated! The mighty Zernebog, king of the Ja'zars, has never been defeated, and he will never be anytime in the future!"