Three of each kind shall find the heart,
Hidden near a prisons and homes start.
Wisdom, death, and the home-goer will fail,
Unless the magical ones help the prevail.
Two will never start their adult years,
And two will have to face one of their biggest fears.

I changed it because I didn't want the story to go on forever. I am working on finishing all my books before I start a new one, which is hard because I have so many ideas! But, this is the new prophecy.