flower’s head.
Dannon stood observing the memorial several months later. He was holding his finished book on the prophecy that he had started. It seemed now like years ago he had lived in another world with Sunshine and Grey. He had worked feverishly hard to finish the book since the magic storm. What he held in his hands was every scrap of information on the prophecy stone, Grey and his wife, Sunshine and finally the magic storm that ended civilization. It was his personal memorial to the little girl that had saved even a tiny town from the end of the world. It would also serve as a history book so that future generations would know her story. As he showed the book to the statue his eyes fell on the prophecy stone and the words engraved in its surface. Dannon wondered at the simple words etched in stone that had perhaps been the vaguest prophecy of them all.
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