Two, Chosen for Hope

Prologue: The Chosen Two, The Dream

By: Laurelleaf



Disclaimer: I only own the characters I made up, so thank you for reading, and goodbye.

'Two, Chosen to right the Wrong.' A voice rang in his head, a silvery voice.

'Two, Chosen to light the Way.' A different voice this time, a deeper earthy voice.

'Two, Chosen to follow the Path." This voice, it was not like anything he had ever heard.

'Two, chosen to dance against Death." The voice of death itself spoke, it's eerie sound filling his head.

'Find them,' they whispered,'find them, they are the only hope, find them."

A picture formed in his head, of a girl. She stood against a crowd of clawing, tearing, howling creatures, a glowing weapon in her hand, not unlike a lightsaber, a sword, he believed it was called. Blood flowed from her arm, her shoulder, turning her silvery hair red. He saw her eyes and gasped, they were silver, the silver of an awesome strength.

The picture changed, widening, to show a boy. He stood with his back to the girl, another glowing sword in his hand. He and the girl moved with a deadly grace, neither letting an attack through their defense. Apparently, they had let an attack through at a different time, the boy, too, was injured, a gash running down his chest, his white shirt crimson. The girl said something to the boy, "Arilitha rue, it douna te." He responded, "Anythog, aminu tue." They turned, sheaved their swords, and each grabbed the other's hand "Tomuthigate, Yo pleakith anos rae of Christasis." And so the creatures stopped, and stood as if listening. And the girl said, "Hath, hatha te leath moconea." And the creatures turned away from the warriors, the Chosen two, and they disappeared.

"Pyre, whia threin hatha jokelan?" The boy asked the girl. She smiled, "Hatha jokelan, Rocke." The boy wrapped his arm around the girl's waist, her head on his shoulder. They turned and walked away.