Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28955060-20160725011355/@comment-28170748-20160817230022

Rise of Tides: Stop joking around, this is serious! Go!

Braixen: Sorry. *Leaves*

Shine of Gold: Wasn't that harsh?

Rise of Tides: You're right, Goldshine. Sorry.

Lash of Gusts: One of the three already are here, but he's yet to get older and stronger.

Star of Plants: Yes, Gustlash. All we can do now is hope that they can hold them off.

Burn of Cinders: There is something I know...

Star of Plants: Yes, Cinderburn?

Burn of Cinders:  ''Three will come from tear, fire and leaf. Light and dark will clash, and the sun will fall.''