She is the nightmare's child
She is thy who will destroy the world
Lightly steps on the ground
She will be anything but mild
Thy will be Satan's Span
Thy is also Heaven's Savor
Our world will die
In her dawn
Magic skills will not prepare us
For her terror falling down
The end is what she will bring
She will kill us like cuss
-The Prophecy of Jorderana Bullcall
Chapter 1:
"Please keep me safe, God," the young girl said as she sat in church long after the doors had closed. She had her hands together as she sniffled. "Please grant my wish to live," she whispered as she sniffled again. The doors of the church slammed open and she yelped, ducking under the seats. She saw feet walk by, two pairs of boots. "Where is she?" hissed a man's deep voice. The girl under the seats breathed heavily as he walked around. "I don't know, but she sure as hell isn't here," answered a second younger voice.
"But why wouldn't she be here? I saw her walking to this vary church!" shouted the first voice."Could've been seeing things, Robert.""Please! I saw what I saw!" the voice stormed. "But-!" The girl heard a sign and she heard whispers. "Let's go," came the younger voice. The girl gulped as the church doors closed. She got up from her hiding spot and looked around.
Who was the girl that was seen coming here? And why did the two men want her so bad? The girl put her coat over her shoulders and put her earmuffs on. She walked to the door and opened it, soft snow froze her nose. The girl ran the rest of the way home.
Seven years later
Summer Swan ran outside in the middle of August. Her silky, brown hair flowed through the air as the wind ran through it. Her sneakers ran fast as she hit the hills. She finally stopped running at the top of one. The world was so small from on top of the hill, which ended in a very large cliff; where she now stood. The town Summer had lived in her whole life was below her. She saw the car's go by and the lights flash.
A butterfly floated around Summer and she put her finger out. It landed; it was white with blue stripes. "Rare," Summer whispered as it stared at nothing. Summer loved butterflies, and they seemed to love her as well.
"Summer!" came an old man's voice. "We're packing up!" Summer looked back and blew at the butterfly. It flew off and she giggled. "Coming, Max!"