The Prophecy - Chapter Three

It was a brisk afternoon

And Ilka was out to do her chores

When she noticed a large wicker basket

That had washed upon the shores

It had traveled very far

Through the dark of night

On these lush river banks

It gently came to light

The Princess bundled within

Made not a single sound

Ilka lifted the basket

Still no idea what she had found

Buried deep in warm blankets

The princess was safe and covered

When Ilka unwrapped the treasure

She knew exactly what she had discovered

The woman scooped up the child

And held her tight in her arms

Mesmerized by her size

And taken by her charms

Ilka knew the child she held

Recognized her at a glance

Not by the infamous prophecy

But by a dream she had by chance

“You are the special child

I once saw in a dream

I am meant to raise you

And keep you safe, it would seem.”

She headed back to her humble home

With the baby cradled tightly

She knew full well from her dream

That there was a danger not to take lightly

She did not know of what was to come

She had no idea of whose child she possessed

Ilka left the shores that day

Cautious, but ignorantly blessed