Pitch black flames surround the cowering Skywing, she held her talons over her head as the flames rose from the ground.

"Through the fire and flames the thirty-six dragonets shall rise....."  A voice whispered, thirty-six shadows then rose within the black flames all their features enveloped by the flames.

"Among the dragonets there lays one traitor that is dead set upon the prize...."
The voice again whispered, one certain dragonet grew larger then the rest and blue flames only enveloped that dragonet. Along with the dragonet's eyes glowing a neon blue.

The Skywing still cowered in the middle of the flames whimpering.
"Leave me alone!" The Skywing yelled out, the voice chuckled at the Skywing's attempt to throw them out.

"The brilliants are watching... and waiting, they watch and stalk their prey." The voice's tone rose as the sound seemed to stalk closer to the Skywing.

Above the shadows of the 36 dragonets, rose even larger Darkstalker sized shadows with their eyes glowing a bright luminescent white.

"Are-e y-you a brilliant?!" The Skywing stuttered getting desperate to get rid of the voice.
The voice again just chuckled.

"Beware the seven deadly sins... they draw closer and closer each day." The voice now seemed to be behind the Skywing and a short breath that blew onto the Skywing.

The Skywing whipped her head around her eyes darting around for the source of the voice.
No one was there, just raging black flames.

"The stage is set, it's time for the brilliant light to take flight." The voice stated, the black flames and all the shadows within it were blown by a small gust.
When the dust cleared a stage was all that was left, a small dove with blood red eyes took off from the middle of the stage carrying of what looked like to be a scroll.

The Skywing immediately ran over to the dove in hope it might have some sort of hope, the dove had dropped the scroll.

The Skywing picked up the scroll, her eyes widened.

"If the brilliant light cannot be exposed, it is time for the life that dwells within the continents shall become in a pure blank white." The voice warned, the Skywing eyed the scroll. The scroll began to turn into marble with the pictures of the continents becoming just a black outline of what it was once was.

"G̸҉̜̜̱̄ͩ͆͜͝͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͜͜͝͠...?"
The voice whispered as it seemed to glitch and just fade out.
the Skywing's eyes snapped open from the nightmare, her sliver teardrop glistening brightly in the light of the moonlight.

(This is my first rp I ever made myself! If you got any suggestions for the prophecy, I'm always open to suggestions! And how you guys think of it? And I'm always fine to constructive criticism btw, just want a few opinions on it, and try tag as much people as you can!)