Excerpt
An excerpt from A Prophecy Forgotten:

Seraph Zephor bumped into Major Davian outside the Treetop Inn the night before the major was to leave on a six-month-long mission. Davian ignored the bump. Instead he stared at the sky, and his lips moved in a bare whisper as though he was repeating something from memory.
“Clear night,” Zephor said.
Davian barely nodded and continued to stare at the sky. “No moon tonight, sir.”
“Ah! A new moon.”
Davian said nothing.
“So is that bad luck, Major?” continued Zephor, “leaving on a mission under a new moon, or is something else—?”
“How many stars are in Capral’s horn, Seraph?”
“What? I don’t know. Four? Five? What’s with you, Davian?”
“Four. There have always been four.” Davian pointed to the constellation of Capral, the great unicorn seer. “Tonight I see five.”
Zephor stared at the new star on the tip of Capral’s horn. “So do you want to tell me how a new moon and a new star have managed to distract you this much?”
“I was just thinking, Seraph. Do you remember in the Runes, where it says, ‘When Capral’s horn stretches toward the waning moon’…?”
The feathers in Zephor’s wings stood straight up and goose bumps ran down his arms and legs. “The prophecy?” he whispered.
“That’s what I’m thinking, sir.”