The children gather in the valley, bright and new. They prepare themselves gleefully expectant and dazzled by the worlds around them. They begin towards the mountains surrounding the valley, those most energetic seek to climb the highest peaks. These highest peaks then change, become shadowy and cast down blue rain upon these children burning them and peeling the very flesh from their bones.

The children run from the mountains and then gather once more in the valley. Some hold each other closely, sit upon the ground and no longer move, like a careful bear entering peaceful hibernation. others simply vanish from sight. Those remaining and still awake gather separately. A red flame begins to spread through them and light their eyes red. After the flames have fully spread they then disperse and scatter throughout the mountain ranges within an instant, the flames flickering from time to time throughout the peaks.

Suddenly a shadowy figure appears in the valley. A strong presence, one of great soul and resolve, I am shaken to the core merely observing this figure, it sits upon the ground and hums, a somewhat calming harmonic derives from this formally terrifying presence. It exudes a sense of freedom, of chaos that resonates with the occasional flickers in the mountains. Seconds, minutes, days or years pass, how long I am not sure. The humming stops and suddenly this harbinger then raises their arm and shouts a deafening cry. The mountains are at once ablaze with red fire seen previously in the children’s eyes. This fire exists upon every mountain, even the highest of peaks and then moves towards those highest peaks with much speed and urgency. These peaks shake with the very strength of the flames that burn them and the blue rain appears again striking the flames, extinguishing them one by one. The struggle continues for a time until finally the last red flame is extinguished.

The harbinger previously standing then stumbles and kneels. The calming humming begins once more but has a somewhat more hollow tone to it this time. It seems the harbinger and children are defeated.

But then the harbinger stands and shouts again, the flames upon the mountains ignite once more and something new comes into view. From the skies an old, battered yet striking checkered board descends and flashes, bubbles of bright light occur blinding my view for a matter of seconds.

When my eyes adjust back to the realms of vision the great peaks are gone, vanished into rubble.

The flames of the children pulsate with contentment and I can clearly see the children all across all the mountain ranges painting their own stories on the rocks, finally happy and content although deep within them their flame still burns.

These are the flames of Anarchy and these children are the Children of Anarchy. Heed my visions for they will render themselves true into the future of this galaxy, of that I am certain.