"A wise man once told me I was the wisest man in the world. Little did he know that I was Julius Lyrimus!"

-A comment made in passing, by Julius Lyrimus

"Fetter, what say you of the world."

"Fata!"

"You still have not learned to speak properly yet. Its been an hour since birth too. What are we going to do with you now?"

"Fata!"

Miu, en-son of Julius Lyrimus, sat on a balcony with his daughter on his lap, watching the stars on second-day. Huge peaks of snow and rock stabbed into the air and dotted the skyline. Wispy clouds passed by so close someone could feel like they could touch them, other peaks around Miu's scraping them. At first-day, Miu spoke words of the same calibre as his en-father. On second-day he had already mated within second-rise. As a result, Miu had decided to spend time with his daughter on second-fall. He had not hoped for a son. Daughters are far more logical and wise than sons are. A man could not live up to Julius, but a woman could.

Even if it was a bit late for her to begin talking, it was strange that Fetter had begun to speak formal sentences but could not pronounce them. She mimicked Julius' most contested quote within the first half of an hour, yet mispronounced it so horribly the quote was barely able to be made out. To nurture his daughter, Miu had decided to take the fourth-day as soon as he saw her face. It would be painful, but he could not leave Fetter alone in this world. How had his fathers and fathers before them bear not to protect and see their children grow up? It was horrid. Yet, inevitable.

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In one of his last comments, Julius implied he had recognised a man wiser than him and in the face of that man, declared himself a fool, a lesser man. Nobody knows who that man was or where he had even met him, but he was wiser and maybe even the wisest of them all. Lyrims are often regarded as a stupid species. They only live for a week and often choose to die on their third or fourth day alive. This leads to some calling them cowardly for refusing to live for longer, but Lyrims saw honour and wisdom in cowardice where others did not. Likewise, Lyrims often saw stupidity and foolishness in bravery where others revered it.

"Something is coming, Fata." Fetter spoke, pronouncing each word right except 'father'. She could speak properly at last! Miu would have told Ail of it and they would have celebrated if not for the ominous contents of the comment.

"What?!"

"The evils speak and converse and a great good comes like a storm. They will awaken in blood and anguish as they pay for the storm they had created, the storm they hurt others with." Miu's daughter spoke not as his daughter, but as a prophet. Could his daughter be the one her children label themselves en-son for rather than Julius? Recognising this great moment, Miu sat Fetter on the floor and rushed for a set of paper, quill and inkwell, noting down what his daughter was saying. An hour passed. An entire hour passed writing her predictions. Hearing of this, many of Miu's peaks began to gather around Fetter as she rambled on, her words never faltering. After pages of writing, Miu's inkwell began to run dry even with ink contributions from others.

"-We will choke on the storm of his fury as he mourns the shadow. Evil will fall. Ruin will come." With the final proclamation, Fetter's eyes closed. She blinked them open again, looking up at her father. Miu was struggling to write the last words with what little ink he had left.

"Fata!" Fetter had returned from her trance and Miu realised what he had written.

'Ruin will come.'

Miu cried as he grabbed Fetter into an embrace, the rest of the peak bursting into tears and moans. They had hoped it would never come. But it will. And their children will face it. Ruin.