Across the doubled worlds do I speak to you. Across the field do I speak to you. Across from you, I breathe these words to you, eye to eye, speaking truth.

In the name of Faulza, I affirm the Promise. In the voice of Faulza, I renew the Promise. With the authority of Faulza, and His will wreathed around me in a halo of sacred flame, I make this vow.

The Promise is real. All that was promised to the Faulfenza is true. And the future will bring us a Golden Age of Fire.

Fire burns as it purifies, and between us and the fulfillment of that Promise, we must consent to be cleansed. But there will come a day when fire can no longer hurt us, and will usher in the greatest era of our people.

With the mouth of Faulza, I bring these words to you. With His voice on my tongue, I speak to you. With His fire, and His will, I bring this news to you... I bring you this prophecy... I reclaim the Promise.

When the Lost Kin are found.

When the Others are embraced fully as kin and not solely companions.

When you have reached what you believe to be the most difficult age of your world, when you believe you have lost your hearts, when even belief is hard and you fear it is dross, and worthless... then you will go into the Golden Age.

Beyond your doubled world. Beyond your sun. Into all suns, connected forever in a web of perfect fire. Time itself will bow to love, and interfere no more with Faulfenzair growth.

Faulza’s Promise is true. Rejoice, Faulfenza!