The title is latin for "Prophecies of The Unknown"
A play abot an ancient prophecy that belongs to an ancient race. As the prophecy unravels the hero, Dante, finds himself in the middle of an ancient war waged thousands of years before his time, in between a war held between to powerful nations, and in the middle of a war between two diffrent dimensions.
Please Note: This is a working Progress and has yet to be complete.
Enter Ezekio followed by Arbravita…
Arbravita: Ezekio! Stop! Please
Ezekio: You’ve pursued me when you should’ve been watching the single stone you had!
Arbravita: What?? What do you mean Ezekio…? Had… I still am in position of it…
Ezekio: No… you’re not… isn’t that right Sicario, Horace?
Arbravita: You… both of you betrayed me?
Horace: Yes… Hmmmm…
Arbravita: Then it was you two that helped Ezekio get possession of Dante right…?
Horace signals of in the distance… two ninjas emerge holding Dante…
Arbravita: ~GASP! ~ Dante!
Ezekio: Here is your precious Dante! And now that I have all the stones… I will spill his blood upon Tabella et Tempus.
Arbravita: You’re missing one… and… *sigh*
Ezekio: Horace! Please give me Tabella et Tempus! And I don’t need your seventh stone… his blood will fill in for it nicely!
Ezekio pulls out a knife
Ezekio: Sicario! Bring Dante over here, And Horace restrain her! Sicario hold him! Now He DIES!
Horace: Huh? Who is that?
Arbravita: ~!GASP!~ Its… the legendary Phlegyas of Time!
Sicario: Legendary or not… we’ll take him out!
Horace: Let’s GO!
Horace & Sicario: Ensis Obscuri!
Horace: What… where is this fog coming from?
Sicario I can’t see a thing!
Horace & Sicario: AHHHHHHHH!
Phlegyas: Dante… O innocent youth, which will show us the truth. Came hence from poverty, and into the eyes of royalty. Thou shall bring harmony to the other six. The two warring ones, Shall stop to save thy life. But thou aren’t of this world. The war has changed thee into something -
Arbravita: That cannot be. Thou does not exist, thou can not hinder this war nor enforce peace… O sacred child of prophecies, your essence is something that DANTE could have not perceived!
O Phlegyas! Don’t take him! You can’t…
Phlegyas: He is no longer of this world… he is now not only keeper of the seventh stone… he is keeper of all of time… he is, as the prophecy bringer of harmony…
Arbravita: O merciful Phlegyas! Please release him!
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