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The forgotten prophecy

The sound of thunder rang through the night. Clouds slowly covering the Persian blue sky like a blanket. Night had fallen. In about forty-six seconds the full impact of the brewing storm would reach her. She could already feel the raindrops hitting her bare arms falling to the tempo of her beating heart.  She was used to this by now. She counted the twelve steps that would take her to the front door of the all so familiar house she would see every single night she dared sleep. She crossed the threshold and was instantly hit by a wave of warmth; she shrugged of her sleeveless jacket before crossing the small distance between her and the kitchen where her coffee was already brewing. In the amount of time she had visited there, she never saw who occupied the house. She was like a visitor, a trespasser. Every night for as long as she could remember she would fall asleep and wake up in this same old routine. She had no control of what she did in this place that set her nerves on edge every time she visited this awful place. She grabbed her coffee and walked out of the kitchen, through the corridor that seemed to stretch out for miles and into her room. Instinctively her head jerked to the right, where engraved on the wall was the most intricate symbol she had ever seen. A triangle stood proud amidst a thrall of ancient if not forgotten texts. Ruins ran around the perimeter of the circle and flowed into the little space in the circle left. She knew she had seen the texts somewhere, the knowledge niggling at the back of her mind yet staying out of her grasp. Her fingers followed the lines glowing like fire trails. She always did this, it seemed to calm every single one of her nerves right before the dream would finish. She waited for the all too familiar buzzing sensation that would occur seconds before the scene would fade. Nothing happened. Everything was still, the air became thick with tension but nothing moved. For the first time ever, she felt scared. Her eyes widened as she realized that something was off. Nothing had ever changed, it had been the exact same since she was no more than a small bundle of baby. So why would something changed. Her head jerked round as she scanned the room for anything off, anything dangerous. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the window like a magnet. She didn't bare blink as she waited with bated breath. Something was coming, she could feel it. Her whole body was buzzing with the anticipation. Slowly but surely something started to emerge from the blanket that shrouded the room. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized with growing horror that they were a set of deep blood thirsty eyes. Eyes that meant danger. Eyes that looked at her with such intensity, that they left no doubt of the message they conveyed. It was coming for her.                                                                     Before her brain could register what was happening, her mouth was already open and she was screaming at the top of her lungs. With a giant crack, the glass shattered and she was engulfed in the darkness once more.

Pia_Adam_7734 · Fantasy
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Chapter 7

Alex could feel her body start shaking uncontrollably with fear. Her mum had never told her much about her Father, all she said was he left before she was born and Alex was left hurt at being abandoned but when her mother got remarried and got abused so badly she divorced him, she was grateful. She never wanted to see her mum hurt again or for herself to get hurt like that, but as she stood in front of the man she was certain was her father. Unexplainable emotions seemed to bubble and take over her body. Her breathing became heavy and she found it hard to stand.

"You know I'm telling the truth," He smirked, "You are mine."

"NO, I'm not yours, and never will be," she hissed, "You lost all rights you had on me the day you walked out on my mum."

"Now, be reasonable Alison," He said smiling slyly as he started to walk towards me, "I wasn't the only one in fault, did your mum tell you anything as of why I left. It was her fault."

Alex doubled over, clamming her hands over her ears, refusing to listen.

"SHUT UP AND GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed at him, she stumbled backwards narrowly avoiding the kid who was just watching on silently waiting for orders.

"I'm not going to sit and listen to you try and blame my mum for what you did. It was your choice to leave, she didn't force you, and all you really want to do is use me before probably disposing of me," she whispered as tears blurred her vision, "You didn't even say how are you."

"I know I may not have been the greatest of fathers," He began, "But come on, I helped bring you into the world.

"YOU ARE NO FATHER OF MINES!" she screamed, she couldn't help it, and he made her blood boil, the way he took everything in his stride. She turned and fled, Alex had barely reached the door when it was flung open and Sam emerged, stumbling a little. Alex didn't even care anymore; she let her tears run freely as she flung herself at him. He collapsed under her weight but her arms wrapped around him tight sobbing onto his t-shirt and he let her cry to her heart's content.

"You okay?" He asked as he looked her in the eye. She felt embarrassed at letting him see her in such a heap of mess. She turned her face away and tried to wipe her eyes but the waterworks wouldn't stop flowing, Guess that's what happens when you suppress your emotions for too long.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry," Alex said, laughing at herself in disgust as she tried to extract herself off him, "this is just so not me."

"Your right, it's not, "he said as he held her tighter clasping his hands around her waist, "Which must mean, something has happened."

"I'm so sorry, I should've called for you earlier but I wanted answers..." Alex whispered as a new wave of guilt washed over her, "You have every right to be angry at me."

"I'm not angry," he sighed, "Just disappointed in you." Those words could have been like bullets because they killed her more.

"I'm sorry," was all she could manage to say, not that it made up for anything.

"I'm really disappointed that you don't trust me enough to tell me what's going on" he said.

"That's not it, I trust you, I really do, it's just hard, especially now that I found out my mums been lying to me," she said bitterly, the conversation she had minutes ago was still fresh in her memory.

"Really?" Sam said, "Tell me what happened.

"Yes, why don't you tell us all," Max said, Alex hadn't heard him coming at all and was slightly embarrassed at her behavior. She quickly got off Sam and stood up before following Max back into the sitting room.

"What happened dear? You were gone for quite a bit then we heard you screaming," Martha said as she got up to comfort her,

"I saw my dad," Alex said quietly.

"What- how did you know he was your dad?" Sam asked, "He could've been anyone pretending to be your dad.

"He was my dad," she repeated bluntly, "He even had the same symbol as me and everything and my body began to shake uncontrollably, I didn't know why or how to stop it"

At hearing this Martha collapsed on the nearest chair.

"You saw him," she stuttered, fear in her eyes, "is he still here?"

"I don't know," she said but seeing her reaction she hastily added, "I don't think so."

"What did he tell you?" Max asked jaws clenched.

"It wasn't him that told me everything, it was the kid," Alex said, "He was going on about me being the key, that I should never have been but now that I am there going to use me-"

"No one's going to use you," Sam interfered, "You're not some kind of tool for them. And what does he mean, you shouldn't have been?"

"Well apparently Dark Angels and High angels are supposed to try and avoid each other completely, it's the law or they would be creating sacrilege."

"That's bull," He said flatly "You can't control who you fall for."

"Yes you can, I can anyway," Alex said, "But this is the stupidest part. They made Dark Angels outcast just because Lucifer had an idea about the hidden last pages of the Crolonian. I mean seriously?"

"You don't know what you're talking about?" Martha gasped, "If you knew what he asked for you would've isolated him and his followers too."

"Somehow I doubt that," she said bitterly, "What could he ask for that was so bad?"

"He said that the only one who could probably read it was a mixture of Bloods, a mutation of an Angel and the sign of the Crolonian on them." Max said flatly.

"What, but back then, there weren't dark angels," Sam said confused,

"Yes, but that doesn't mean there weren't any other kind of people." Max explained.

"Oh, so how was he planning on getting this, would he just go around asking random creatures?" She asked, "Or what?"

"You've got it wrong, in our world, you should only speak to your kind, so everyone would've said no because of the law and even if you paid them, it would mean nothing, because we all have different currency," Martha explained. She didn't need to continue, Alex had already caught onto what she was trying to explain.

"Oh..." she said, eyes wide, "That is just ridicules!"

"Yes, that's what we said, but he refused to listen and went around killing and extracting blood and DNA from several beings, wizards, Avalonians, Phoenixs, before finally getting a high Angel." Max said real sorry in his voice. "Your mum."

"But my mums still fit and healthy," Alex said puzzled, "So how..."

"Alex, he raped her." Martha said gently.

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