This idea has bugged me for months now so I finally decided to write it :)

I hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue

Love you Rippy!

The 150 years old parchment glowed in the dim-lighted library, the light outlining the lonely silhouette snoring lightly a few feet away. Its eyelids fluttered a few seconds before opening on deep blue eyes.

"What the heck." The words murmured echoed on the walls of the cavern-like room.

The silhouette got up, long dark hair cascading down its back and walked slowly to the glass casket the parchment was displayed in and frowned. It had never happened before.

"Ressler? Keen. You have to come down."

Elizabeth Keen put her phone back in her pocket and bent over the casket. Every single words of the Prophecy shimmed with a golden glow.

"On the day of her thirtieth birthday he will come. Together they will mend the rift. What was two will become one. What had been separated so long ago will be reunited. In fire and blood the rift will be mended. On the day of her thirtieth birthday."

She had spent years in this room, learning about the Guild and its history, watching the parchment closely every time a female Dream-Walker turned thirty. And it had been so for the past 150 years. For every generation of Dream-Walker, one was selected to watch over the Prophecy.

"What's going on?" The voice breaking the silence of the room made her jump.
"Don! You scared me!" she scolded her partner. "Come here," she beckoned him to the parchment.
"We need to call the Elders," he said suddenly seeing what Elizabeth's body had hidden.

Elizabeth nodded silently and took her phone out once again. She knew the Elders wouldn't be happy to be woken up in the middle of the night, but she had no other choices.

"It's time," she simply said before hanging up.

The silence stretched between them, heavy and full of excitation and dread.

"Whose birthday is it today?" Ressler asked, his eyes still on the parchment.
"Mine."

Thanks for taking time to read!