Author's Note: I hoped you liked the last chapter. I also hope you liked the fight between Ally and the murderer.
Bryan and I sat at the table taking in every word of the Prophecy.
"Okay…" I said. "Let's look at it again. Go over every line."
"Okay." Bryan said. "First line. Two children, two deaths."
"It must refer to our sisters. I say, the were both still kids when they died." I said.
"Agreed. Next line."
"Two killed by shark attacks."
"Still talking about our sisters."
"A challenger, a dreamer."
"Well those two lines are obvious. Next line."
"An unspoken promise."
"What we promised our sisters…'cause they never really told us what we were promising."
"A cove where the waters, sweep all out to sea."
"That's obvious. The cover right outside."
"Two shall survive it's wrath, the two promisees."
"We survived it's wrath, so we are the two promisees."
"Who will bring truth and justice to the land beyond the seas."
"Okay…that's the line I'm iffy on." I told Bryan.
"Same here. How can we bring justice and truth to the land?"
"Well…I'm really not sure."
Just then Bobby walked in the room. "Trying to decipher the prophecy I'm guessing?" He smiled.
"Yeah, do you know what the last line in the first stanza means?" Bryan asked him.
"No…but there's someone who might."
"Who?" I asked.
"At the edge of the cove in the trees there's an old man who lives in a little house. He may be able to help."
"Let's go." I said to Bryan dragging him out of the house.
It wasn't hard to find the little house. It was smile but bright and cheery. We knocked on the front door. I tall man who was around sixty opened it.
"How do you do?" He asked us.
"Fine." I answered. "If you aren't busy, we need your help."
"Come one in." He told us.
He led us into a little sitting room with a T.V. in the corner.
"What can I do for you?" He asked us. He was a pleasant and nice, not what I had expected.
I took in the room. It had pictures of him with a girl everywhere. And children. His wife must have passed away, his children must be grown and gone.
"Like the pictures?" He asked me.
"They're lovely." I told him.
"The girl…is my wife. She's out at the market today. Won't be back 'till late. I had five kids…all grown and gone. It makes me feel old." He told us.
"That sounds wonderful." I told him.
"Anyways, what can I do for you?" He repeated.
"Sir," Bryan began.
"Please call my Joey." The old many said putting up his hand.
"Joey," Bryan began. "How much to you know about the Promisers Prophecy?"
"The Promisers Prophecy? Well don't ya know! I wrote that!" Joey exclaimed.
My mouth hung open in shock. "What?" I exclaimed.
"Back when I was a teenager I used to get these visions. I would write them down on old scrolls, my favorite kind of paper. Some of them have come true, others like your own…are waiting to be fulfilled."
"Could you tell us what the last line in the first stanza means?" Bryan asked.
"Dark days are coming younglings. War…death…its all coming soon."
I sucked in a breath.
"Anything else?"
"No, thank you, Joey." Bryan said.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Anytime." Joey said walking us to the door. "If you have any more questions don't be afraid to stop by.
We walked home and sat back down.
"Next line." I demanded.
"A murderer, the murdered."
"We already disposed of the murderer, so that line is fulfilled.
"The way it starts, is the way it shall end."
"Makes sense, however this started is how it's goanna end."
"To fight to believe, to fight for truth."
"Obviously that's what we're fighting for."
"Even when the truth will hurt all."
"Makes sense, they always say that even know the truth hurts, it's the best way."
"The two promisers, are the only ones who can save, us all."
"Does us all mean all of humanity?"
"I think so."
"Than, Bryan, we have quite a war on our hands."