Azmyrale

𝐀𝐳𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭



𝘖𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦?
𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺
𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦?



Azmyrale may come off as abrasive to some. But, wouldn’t you be too if you had their gift? Azmyrale was born without sight; however, they were blessed with the gift of prophecy. Azmyrale served the Wings of Mercy as a prophet, uncaring of their possibly nefarious intentions. The cult clothed them, fed them, and kept them safe from the elements. To Azmyrale, that was truly the only thing that mattered.

One day, a few years before Shadriel’s birth, Azmyrale foretold of a lion exactly like him- blue and pink with fawn spots, the son of an angel and a demon. He would be the savior of the heavens, the nethers, and the earth. The reluctant prince to a dying world. However, much to the dismay of those close to him, Shadriel would have to die five times to fulfill the prophecy and save the world. Azmyrale kept this information close to their chest, only telling the leader of the Wings of Mercy. Still, Azmyrale couldn’t help apprehensive about this particular part of the prophecy.

That didn’t stop them; however, from remaining silent when Shadriel was brought into the cult as a cub. They said nothing as the cub grew up in the cult, knowing nothing of his fate. It was only when the young cub was placed on the sacrificial altar that Azmyrale cried out in grief. But alas, their sympathy came too late. Shadriel’s fate was sealed.