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Not all about the prophecy seemed clear, but one part left little doubt in any Wizard's mind. The age of
change referred to the Ragnarok, the apocalyptic war that would result in the virtual destruction of all life,
including the gods. Shadimar shivered. Certainly, against this threat, even Trilless and Carcophan would
band together. And Shadimar reminded himself a hundred times in the next second that prophecies did
not just occur by destiny; it was the Wizards' job to see them fulfilled.



Only Tokar seemed unaffected by Haim's pronouncement. "The Keeper said the age of change, or an
age of change?"



Haim shifted from foot to foot, looking like an errant child caught daydreaming during an important
lesson. "Master, I'm almost certain he said the age of change. He said that Carcophan would incite the
Great War.''



Forgetting his manners, Shadimar interrupted. "The Keeper mentioned Carcophan by name? And
myself?"



Haim glanced at Shadimar. "Yes, lord."



"And us?" Tokar regained control of the proceedings with a warning glare at Shadimar. "Did he say
whether you or I would carry out the Western Wizard's portion of the prophecies?''



Haim whipped his attention back to Tokar. "No, master. He did not mention either of us. Nor the Lady
Trilless either." He inclined his head to indicate the Sorceress. "In fact, he said nothing more."



Shadimar grappled with the information. Each Wizard knew his role in the Great War, though some in
more detail than others. Parts of the prophecies had been lost; at least one premature death of a Wizard
had interrupted both the Eastern and Southern lines, taking with them all previous memories. By piecing
together legends and Wizards' writings, Shadimar knew that the Great War would pit evil against
neutrality in the bloodiest battle the world had ever seen. Trilless' people, the Northmen, would have little
or no involvement. The stories conflicted as to who would triumph.



Long contemplation of the Great War always frightened Shadimar. As the Eastern Wizard, his loyalties
lay with the Westlands. Should evil win, nothing would stand between good and evil, and the wars would
rage for eternity, or until one or the other triumphed. Yet if neutrality completely defeated evil, there