When Mountains Walked And Rivers Talked

When mountains walked and rivers talked, it was written that the Gods foresaw what would come to be. The scribes of ancient times heard their words and put pen to paper so future generations would know. Even though no one would remember their names or their faces, they would not forget their words. In an age lost to time, they preserved the Gods' words for when they were needed. Down through the eons, their words were passed, each generation carrying them to the next. Each son unsure if what was written was for him or the next to come, but each carried on. Century after century, the warning carried until, at long last, its time had finally come. In an age lost to time, they preserved the Gods' words for when they were needed. When it was at last the time spoken of so long ago, the son for who it was meant still did not know. It was not till at the appointed place and the appointed time, did he understand. It was now that the Gods had foreseen and spoken of all those eons ago. In an age lost to time, they preserved the Gods' words for when they were needed. With their wisdom in hand and the strength of all those who came before, he faced the darkness. He did not fear his fate, for he knew they had prepared for this day so very long ago. He held his head high, and with their light in his heart, he faced his destiny.