Prologue
Sarah lay ill in bed, paper and crayons by her side. Job sit in a chair, next to the bed. He watches as his sister starts to scribble on the paper.
"Yes, show me the immediate future, my child..." says a voice standing at the foot of the bed. It belongs to Isaac, who got word of the new prophecy by his second in command, Malachi.
"Uh...I don't think it's anything important enough to waste your valuable time, Isaac," Job says, with a nervous look on his face. "She might just be drawing the weather again."
"He who walks behind the rows has told me the prophecy is most important at this time. You mustn't question his word." Isaac says, leaning over the bed to look at the picture being drawn before his very eyes.
On the paper, is a picture of the house next to Job and Sarah's, in front of it, a moving truck. And in front of the moving truck, Sarah begins to draw three stick figures, obviously representing people. A man, a woman, and a child. She grabs the peach colored crayon to color the man and woman. Isaac looks shocked when Sarah puts down the peach crayon, and picks up a brown one.
"And what exactly do you plan to do with that brown color?" Isaac asks, even though Sarah cannot respond. She begins to color the child with the brown crayon.
"How can this be? The man and the woman surely can't produce that girl. Look at the difference in skin color-" he then stops himself to think for a minute, before saying, "Adults are not to be in the land of he who walks behinds the rows. Job, fetch Malachi at once."
Job simply nods, and runs out of the room. A few minutes later, he returns with Malachi, who looks puzzled as to why he has been called in at the time of a foreseeing.
"Isaac? You have called for me?" He asks, as Isaac nods and pics up the finished drawing and shows it to Malachi.
Malachi scowls. "Outlanders..." he then begins to look puzzled once more. "But look at the child. She's not like the adults in the picture. She's bla-"
"You mustn't question the drawing, Malachi," Isaac says, cutting him off. "When the outlanders come, get rid of the parents. Bring me the girl."
Malachi nods, and leaves the room. Isaac then smiles to himself, and looks up at the ceiling. "A new sheep for my flock...I am grateful for this gift, lord."
Yes, I know that this chapter is short, but it's only a prologue. My chapters will be much longer.