Late Stone Age prophecy several years before exile
In the shadow of the storm-child’s steps,
the grass will wither,
and the cries of the young will fall silent.
He will be the warm hearth that burns the house,
the sweet fruit that sours the tongue.
His hands will lift the spear against strangers,
but the spear will find his own first.
The clan will not cast him out for hunger or rage,
but for the graves his shadow leaves behind.
Tone: Fearful — spoken by an uneasy seer, remembered when the clan’s children die.
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