The prophecy chapter 13
Jim's body ached. The chains still burned on his wrists and the headache he'd had before he started twisting those hairs together had multiplied by ten. He raised himself up to the wall to find that everyone was still awake.
Hades and Jafar had left him a while ago and told him to sleep. He still felt like hell.
Chel sat across him on the floor and she watched him with concern. Miguel and Tulio shot him glances every now and then but mostly, they just looked down on their legs.
Everything was dead silent.
It went on like this for about an hour, then they heard a few guards walk by the door and everybody in the cell tensed up. The sound deafened and they relaxed a bit.
Nobody said anything until Tulio decided to break the ice.
"So, Jim. How did you come here?"
"Tulio!" Chel snapped at him. "What?" he said, "just making conversation, the silence was killing me!"
"No it's okay," Jim spoke with a rasped voice, "I got here the same way you did. They kidnapped me."
"So you're from Atlantis?"
"No, I'm from America, a town called Montressor."
"America!" Tulio and Miguel shouted, and Miguel carried on.
"The new world? You're from there?"
"I'm not sure they call it that anymore."
"They don't? What do they call it then?"
"The United States of America, USA for short."
"U S A?" Tulio said in disbelief
"Never heard of a name change." Miguel said.
"Uhh, okay? So, where are you two from?"
They looked at each other and both of them said:"Spain"
"Spain huh? Nice country, never been there, but.."
His voice started to drift off, the headache was starting to pulse up again.
But the two men seemed very enthusiastic.
"Oh it's lovely"
"you should come by sometime, visit, you know, when we're out of here, I mean.."
"Yeah definitely."
They were quiet for a moment but then Jim had a thought that pestered his mind,
the way Miguel and Tulio acted, the way they didn't know America was called the USA.
Then it clicked.
"Guys?"
"Hmm?"
"What year is it?"
"1519 why? Did you lose track of time?"
"No,I think you did."