9th of March 1972
On a cool cloudy day a young girl with large spectacles and dark green eyes, sat on an old swing hanging from a tree, reading a very battered looking book. The young girl was humming a tune under her breath, enjoying her pleasantly quiet afternoon. Everything about this day seemed exceptionally ordinary. Nothing unusual happened all day and everything was in place. Just as this young girl preferred. To her, nothing could ruin such a perfectly ordinary day.
As the weather became cooler and the sky turned an almost charcoal grey, a middle-aged woman who looked much like an older version of the young girl called out from the one-story house, through a large window.
'Sybill! Come inside to blow out your candles.' The young girl would much rather of stayed out and read the book she had on her lap and attempted to read the last few lines of her chapter.
'Sybill Patricia Trelawney!' The young girl let out a heavy sigh, closed her book and headed inside.
The one-story house was cramped with many different books, knick-knack's, crystals and smelt strongly of mixed herbs and spices. The kitchen was no exception and looked extremely small with three people sitting around a tiny circular table. A small cake covered in thick icing was plated in front of Sybill with candles a lit. Sybill pushed back the loose strands of her brown hair and leaned forward to blow out the flames.
"Wait, dear you have to make a wish first." Sybill's father, a Grey haired man with kind eyes spoke up.
Sybill couldn't think of anything to wish for as in her eyes she had everything she felt she needed. But as she was about to tell her parent's that exact thought, her mind grew blank, her version became hazy and words in a voice not her own tumbled from her mouth.
'The earth will quake in the ruins of the bloodied woman. She who is trapped in her own destruction will break from the chains that bind her and will have the power to darken the light and fill the ocean with blood and bones. The one with the power of life will face her in due time, either to save the light or to fall into her blood and destroy us all. The bloodied woman's followers will wait in the shadows to rise at her command... her followers will wait...'
Sybill coughed as her throat felt raw, and taking no notice of what she had just said, leaned forward, blew out her candles and started cutting the cake. Her parent's, on the other hand, sat in silence feeling the dread of what their daughter had just spoken. They knew their daughter had the gift of sight but never thought she would speak of a prophecy, especially one like they had just heard. They knew they needed to report the prophecy to the ministry. As they grabbed their coats and left the small cramped home to the ministry they were left with one question in their heads. When will the prophecy come to life, and had it already began…
Author's Note
Hello there,
Thank you for reading and I hope you have enjoyed this tiny snippet. I tried to write this story a few years ago and didn't continue nor knew where I was going with this but I'm re-writing this story and putting it up again.
So I hope you will enjoy, as this will be a long journey for you and the characters.
Please feel free to leave comments, would love to hear what you think. ****
