Stacia’s skills as an oracle had confirmed and given further insight to the monks on the depth and complexity regarding the 13th Prophecy. However, because her spiritual gifts restricted her from altering the course of fate, she was discreet with the information that she shared. Not only with the monks, but with Argus as well. Keeping their best interests at heart, she was willing to divulge only information that she believed they needed to know. Like Sirus, she was all knowing about what was to occur but took solace in her faith in the Lyte knowing that it was in the hands of something much greater than her and that it had to play itself out. Followers of the Lyte were never given guidance in the same manner the Dark forces use. For what separates us from all other creatures on Earth are the gifts of free-will and faith. The Lyte required its devotees to rely purely on faith, to believe that which could not be seen. When the Dark forces destroyed a person’s faith, it succeeded by corrupting the Lyte as well.

Argus’ love for Stacia grew to an immeasurable proportion and his faith rested solely in her hands for this reason. Sirus’ connection with Stacia allowed him privy to this knowledge and he embraced the mission to destroy Argus’ faith and their special love. Sirus understood that Argus was the chosen one of the Lyte, and his corruption could equal the demise of the entire world.

Several years came and went since that day when Sirus’ life was nearly lost. In the winter of that year, the king passed quietly in his sleep and all that knew him mourned. Except for one. For Sirus it was a day of celebration for his soul sensed that a great change was underway.

Since his recovery, King Sirus, believing that his pumpkins helped saved him from a most certain death, began the arduous task of turning the land surrounding the castle into the largest pumpkin patch in existence. He worked as if he were a man possessed.  Pumpkins painted a panoramic landscape from near and far. His servants found this to be rather odd behavior of their new king, but fearing him they were careful to keep such thoughts to themselves.

One day while King Sirus was near the front of the castle cultivating the earth in preparation to plant more pumpkins, Rasul the minion approached him in the form of a black crow. He sat quietly perched on top of one of the many scarecrows that King Sirus strategically placed to ward off unwanted birds such as this one. Spotting the intruder, King Sirus became angry and set off to deal with the nuisance. As he approached Rasul, he realized that this was no ordinary crow.

He listened intently as the bird began to tell him the story of a troubled young boy with an uncertain destiny, but whose time of enlightenment had now come. “Your Highness, you are summoned to be present in the highest tower of the castle on the 13th day under the harvest moon. Here you will be visited by the foremost Dark Lord of Athana and finally discover your true destiny,” informed Rasul in a raspy voice. King Sirus listened attentively as the crow continued, “It is here that you will be consecrated into the 13th Prophecy.” While the bird spoke, King Sirus looked up to the highest tower and reflected that this was a revered place where only his father and the wise elders of his kingdom would deliberate. When King Sirus turned back toward the bird, it had vanished.