Fragments of a Prophecy

“Eredin, you’ll hit your head under this bridge… and fall into the water.”
“Yeah? When?”
Avallac’h just smiled.
“……On a stormy night,” Auberon said quietly.

The future was a shattered mirror—each sage caught only the glimmer of a different shard, and from those scattered reflections shaped a different prophecy. None of them ever saw the whole reflection, and so each truth was only a fragment of the same fate.