The Queen's Prophecy

Born of the world Bedlam, Mercy's mother spurs the start of our story. The scribes still write her legacy to this day, much of which is just coming to light. Her long shrouded mystery has been meticulously hidden behind visages of many great empresses, sorceresses, and deities—for she was truly an immortal goddess near unparalleled.

In this land, there are beasts of all kinds: Bogarts, and Scylla, Skelts, and Lamia. Witches, Lances, Demons, and Wights! But for now, we will focus on Mercy, because for all we know she is the darkest thing that has ever gone bump in the night.

I do apologize, we scribes get too into our old tales, so I will give you this one straight up.

The Queen's Prophecy goes as told:

The most swollen of plums from the brightest of orchards breathed inception to a girl. She was the seed of the new world, a creation borne to create. But she was robbed. Not of money or objects - though that were true too - but of her mother. This was a planned exchange you see, brokered by Goddess Laeminia herself. The price was the end to her unending life. And the promise was the chance at salvation for the world.

This girl was to be born with the blackest of brews, with no ally or friend, and nothing but plight. But within her was the power to grow, and to learn, and to love. When her mother, Laeminia, underwent such an exchange the gods of all lands shook with calamity and exclaimed!

Her enemies in the world of Bedlam, her followers in the New and Old Sublunaries, anyone wise enough to know of her existence was shocked. For she had been the one thing keeping the world in balance, and she told no one why this sacrifice had to be made.

Now, there was this one especially old goddess who shook loose a stray smile. She was the only one who was genuinely sure this exchange was for the best, and she said to no one in particular: "This race is for the great rest." She cackled that night, crows strewn at her feet, as a massive man rose up - out from the deep. "Evil is here," these were her parting words: "But Mercy, oh Mercy, she'll make wine when you're hung!"

Now I know that doesn't quite make sense, as many people tend to exclaim so, loudly and often. That's why you'll hear variations of it spewing fun lies where truth was too obscured. I'll impart one last piece of prophecy for you before you meet Mercy. It's the final bit to the forgotten part, and it makes sense of nothing.

The Familiar Encounter:

"It started out with a fly."

"Or actually two. One dead and one living. I guess in reality they weren't even flies, but Lamia. And there was more than one dead. But just the one alive."

"This is her birthright, O'mother of all. Lives lived and lost can all be on call."