I remember, it was late in the evening, my candle had burned lower that I thought it would as I drew out images that popped into my head. Knights in armor I'd never seen before, a goblet filled with fire rather than water, strange images to be sure.

The elder sent someone to fetch me for my assignment. When we come of age, we're given a task to fulfill, some are asked to quest, others were set up to be protectors, many like myself were instructed to be priestesses at a temple somewhere.

I, however, was handed a single scroll, thick in volume compared to others. I was told that there were layers to be opened upon certain dates, and that some dates didn't make sense to them. A scroll of prophecy, and I was it's caretaker. I could go anywhere I wanted as long as where I went didn't interfere with the prophecy, at least to my knowledge.

Prophecy scrolls are strange, written by one of the seers and handed to a single individual that will guard it while waiting for certain events to pass. Sometimes knowing the event is hard, sometimes it's easy. The most important part is ... not to lose it, or let it fall into the wrong hands ... something I am, quite honestly, terrible at.

So why me? Of all the people that have visions, why was I handed this one to care for. Simple ... because the seer spoke my name in the first line, and deemed that I would be best to care for it. The elders agreed, but my sister and I were not so sure.

When my sister came of age a year later, she was assigned to watch over the gates of Avalon, a position of great honor. She took me with her to Avalon, and the scroll I carried with me found a place of honor. A glass case, or a series of glass like cases, enchanted with magic to keep pages pristine. The first page of the scroll hangs just behind the main case. These cases are a place of honor, because of where the hall leads ... the the burial altar of the king to rule all kings ... Arthur Pendragon.