Chapter 3:The Prophecy
"So, why are we here again?"Narrel asked as they walked in the cabin, at the
oppisite end of the tiny marsh, next to the forest. She gently put the forge
down on the rug next to the warm fire. She turned around and sat on the couch
across from the chair the man was sitting in.
"I have brought you here to read you a prophicy that you look like you're in.
And by the way, my name's Arfigor, prophicy collector. I write things down of
my own prophicies, and I have one I created 15 years ago. It just smacked me
in the temple. Well, as an expresion anyway..."Arfigor paused for a moment to
look at Narrel.
"You're 15, and your name is Narrel, right? Born on Randers 9th, am I correct?"
He looked sternly at her face. Narrel's jaw fell as far as it could fall. She
furrowed her eyebrow in the expresion of "How do They do That?" she looked
upon the wall behind Arfigor to find papers with neatly done writting on the
wall oppisite of the Jerker from the deep. She closed her mouth slowlly as she
came across a paper with the name "Narrel"on it, followed by prophicy. Narrel
got up slowlly and went to the wall to read it. She reached the the wall and
turned to Arfigor.
"May I take it down and read it?"she asked impaitiently to Arfigor. He nodded,
and Narrel took down the prophicy paper and read it with shaking hands.
Narrel Prophicy
A child will be born, baring the name of Narrel, who will protect the ones she
desires, not even letting death get in the way of defending against anyone.
She will be like the second Gaia, defending Earth against the alien worlds,
not Evil nor Good, but only which looking for a desprate hope of life by distroying
the child hope, to be the leader species, instead of the conquering humans,
but if the child hope, all species will die, except for the one who conqured
the child. And leaving the few humans behind who failed, to be hunted and
inslaved, not to see the hope of freedom,or the sun, ever again.
Narrel gasped and dropped the paper, leaving her hands free to burry her
face in. She turned to Arfigor with her eyes starting to gather water fastly at the
bottom of her eyes.
"Where, where did you get such a horrible idea? Those people enslaved? The
end of the, the world?!" tears were dripping off her chin rapidly now. Her eyes
were bloodshot, looking up upon his sad-dampened face, and with that, Narrel
went to her knees with her arms wraping around her pounding head. Sobbing was
heard from a mile's perimiter from the cabin. Arfigor picked Narrel up and put
her in a bed. Narrel slowlly calmed down in the bed, and saw her new friend
hop on the bed. It almost looked like her forge had lost the 3rd eye. But Narrel looked closer. It had started the 4th.
After 2 minutes(hours, remember)Narrel arose from the bed and took the forge in her arms. She was thinking of the name
Trent, but no, sounds to close to but-head.
"Pelondoe."Narrel weakly smilled, but also gigled at the thought. The second time she ever named somthing. Two imaginable
names. Narrel slowly peaked out into the main living room, where Arfigor was
in last. He was writting on a slip of paper. Narrel frowned strongly. She walked sternly and quietly to the back door. Opened
it quietly. And turned to the counter to look to see if Arfigor had taken anything from Narrel as she wimpered on the bed.
She freaked at what was on the table. It made her open the door and slam it behind her.
Arfigor looked up at the direction of the back door. And laughed lightly. The letter he wrote just to scare her, also for
a pay back of being yelled at.
On the table, he had left a note reading the words only Narrel would know,
without knowing why she knew the language.
Foroum Al Anfairigor,
Oi lesungrune Y* natoe ret cyende* roen Goyta Ulamsa.
Nakerel
Ekodnish. The lost foriegn language of the Gaia race. Narrel didn't know why
she knew the language, but her parents thought she was speaking her normal
giberish as a baby did, but when she was 3 and still speaking it, her parents
got worried and held classes every day of english. Slowly, Narrel only spoke
english. But that was why they went on a picnic. To celebrate, when she was 5
and english full, that she knew how to talk. Narrel also hates that tounge,
and the way it sounds. Her parents are
Gone
Because of it. She did know how to translate it, though:
Dear Friend Arfigor,
Thank You for telling me the prophicies. Can you read this language? I hope we see each other again!!
Narrel
"How did that man know the language I spoke when I was younger? Jesus, my life is full of it."Narrel grumbled to herself.
She was now walking down the highway, for when she had gotten the shocks, she was washed of her powers.
Narrel looked up into the sky, which was now purple. Small diamonds peered through the clouds, brightening up the sky. They
looked as if they were trying to catch up Narrels biggest attention.
"Narrel! NARREL!"Narrel looked ahead. It was Andinee, her old long, lost child hood friend. He was 16, one year older than
herself, and Luke used to also say when they were talking alone "Kiss! Kiss! Yas' don't need misletoe!"Narrel Always frowned
and threw a pillow lightly at him. But Lukes visions came true. Right then and there, Andinee threw his
arms around her, with lips hugging around hers. She made sure that the shock wouldn't make her drop Pelondoe. Her first kiss.
The words echoed in her mind as the ones that did when she killed Pelondoes' mother. All she was thinking was how warm, and
beautiful it felt. She felt she was doing this wrong, but then she knew that it was probablly Andinees' too. Her eyes closed
lightly, so she thought she would look like sleeping beauty. She slowly tried to bring one arm up to run her fingers through
his hair. But brought it back to hold on to Pelonde. She felt The warm and relaxing lips leaving, which she took as a red light.
She came back too, and opened her eyes very dilibratelly. Andinee didn't let go.
"I've missed you, my love."Narrel didn't understand. Andinee and her were just friends last time she knew. But with the words he
had just let out, she just wanted the same thing.
"Me, too."Narrel repllied happilly. She felt warm inside, and was hoping that Luke and Tren weren't near by. What an embarasment!
Narrel thought, with a grin.
*****MEANWHILE*****
"Woah! There goes your chance with my sister, Tren!"Luke gigled quietly, as they hid behind a tree near where Narrel and Andinee
were standing.
"With that girl? No. Not interested, thanks. Her first kiss was spoilled by a runt, anyways. I was planning to break mouth virginity
tonight when you were asleep.
"She'd scream and get desperate, calling for Andinee. Hee hee. You'd probablly attack and things would go bump in the night! Hey, would
ya? I bet you would! Yahuh! Ooo boy, then it would get messy! And I be..."
"Would you SHUT-UP CHILD!"Tren yelled at Luke. They gasped when the two on the road heard them and turned to see them.
"Right back at ya! Get down! Luke called quietly at Tren. They ducked under a bush so that Narrel and Andinee would continue kissing.
Which they had started again
"Geez, that was an episode, Dumble Dork Brain."Luke cussed. Well, after this, Luke wasn't to happy.
"I need to learn romance, you don't. You probablly got 20 hookers already! Luke was now mocking Tren wildly. Tren turned to look at
Luke again
"Look, I took you with me so that you would shut up about me and Narrel in bed, o.k? Don't blow your next chance in this sword competition.
Mocking is not aloud to defeat a opponent with burning each other. I don't really like the squealing Bi...Bin, anyway."Tren quickly corrected
himself. He looked back through the branches of the bush to watch Narrel and Andinee embracing.
Tren thought to himself. He slowlly
grinned with passion. He hadn't kissed for 3 years.
Short Chapta, eh? Don't worry, it might just end up like this for all the chapters. I might have 30, so that's why. PLEASE R&R!!!
"So, why are we here again?"Narrel asked as they walked in the cabin, at the
oppisite end of the tiny marsh, next to the forest. She gently put the forge
down on the rug next to the warm fire. She turned around and sat on the couch
across from the chair the man was sitting in.
"I have brought you here to read you a prophicy that you look like you're in.
And by the way, my name's Arfigor, prophicy collector. I write things down of
my own prophicies, and I have one I created 15 years ago. It just smacked me
in the temple. Well, as an expresion anyway..."Arfigor paused for a moment to
look at Narrel.
"You're 15, and your name is Narrel, right? Born on Randers 9th, am I correct?"
He looked sternly at her face. Narrel's jaw fell as far as it could fall. She
furrowed her eyebrow in the expresion of "How do They do That?" she looked
upon the wall behind Arfigor to find papers with neatly done writting on the
wall oppisite of the Jerker from the deep. She closed her mouth slowlly as she
came across a paper with the name "Narrel"on it, followed by prophicy. Narrel
got up slowlly and went to the wall to read it. She reached the the wall and
turned to Arfigor.
"May I take it down and read it?"she asked impaitiently to Arfigor. He nodded,
and Narrel took down the prophicy paper and read it with shaking hands.
Narrel Prophicy
A child will be born, baring the name of Narrel, who will protect the ones she
desires, not even letting death get in the way of defending against anyone.
She will be like the second Gaia, defending Earth against the alien worlds,
not Evil nor Good, but only which looking for a desprate hope of life by distroying
the child hope, to be the leader species, instead of the conquering humans,
but if the child hope, all species will die, except for the one who conqured
the child. And leaving the few humans behind who failed, to be hunted and
inslaved, not to see the hope of freedom,or the sun, ever again.
Narrel gasped and dropped the paper, leaving her hands free to burry her
face in. She turned to Arfigor with her eyes starting to gather water fastly at the
bottom of her eyes.
"Where, where did you get such a horrible idea? Those people enslaved? The
end of the, the world?!" tears were dripping off her chin rapidly now. Her eyes
were bloodshot, looking up upon his sad-dampened face, and with that, Narrel
went to her knees with her arms wraping around her pounding head. Sobbing was
heard from a mile's perimiter from the cabin. Arfigor picked Narrel up and put
her in a bed. Narrel slowlly calmed down in the bed, and saw her new friend
hop on the bed. It almost looked like her forge had lost the 3rd eye. But Narrel looked closer. It had started the 4th.
After 2 minutes(hours, remember)Narrel arose from the bed and took the forge in her arms. She was thinking of the name
Trent, but no, sounds to close to but-head.
"Pelondoe."Narrel weakly smilled, but also gigled at the thought. The second time she ever named somthing. Two imaginable
names. Narrel slowly peaked out into the main living room, where Arfigor was
in last. He was writting on a slip of paper. Narrel frowned strongly. She walked sternly and quietly to the back door. Opened
it quietly. And turned to the counter to look to see if Arfigor had taken anything from Narrel as she wimpered on the bed.
She freaked at what was on the table. It made her open the door and slam it behind her.
Arfigor looked up at the direction of the back door. And laughed lightly. The letter he wrote just to scare her, also for
a pay back of being yelled at.
On the table, he had left a note reading the words only Narrel would know,
without knowing why she knew the language.
Foroum Al Anfairigor,
Oi lesungrune Y* natoe ret cyende* roen Goyta Ulamsa.
Nakerel
Ekodnish. The lost foriegn language of the Gaia race. Narrel didn't know why
she knew the language, but her parents thought she was speaking her normal
giberish as a baby did, but when she was 3 and still speaking it, her parents
got worried and held classes every day of english. Slowly, Narrel only spoke
english. But that was why they went on a picnic. To celebrate, when she was 5
and english full, that she knew how to talk. Narrel also hates that tounge,
and the way it sounds. Her parents are
Gone
Because of it. She did know how to translate it, though:
Dear Friend Arfigor,
Thank You for telling me the prophicies. Can you read this language? I hope we see each other again!!
Narrel
"How did that man know the language I spoke when I was younger? Jesus, my life is full of it."Narrel grumbled to herself.
She was now walking down the highway, for when she had gotten the shocks, she was washed of her powers.
Narrel looked up into the sky, which was now purple. Small diamonds peered through the clouds, brightening up the sky. They
looked as if they were trying to catch up Narrels biggest attention.
"Narrel! NARREL!"Narrel looked ahead. It was Andinee, her old long, lost child hood friend. He was 16, one year older than
herself, and Luke used to also say when they were talking alone "Kiss! Kiss! Yas' don't need misletoe!"Narrel Always frowned
and threw a pillow lightly at him. But Lukes visions came true. Right then and there, Andinee threw his
arms around her, with lips hugging around hers. She made sure that the shock wouldn't make her drop Pelondoe. Her first kiss.
The words echoed in her mind as the ones that did when she killed Pelondoes' mother. All she was thinking was how warm, and
beautiful it felt. She felt she was doing this wrong, but then she knew that it was probablly Andinees' too. Her eyes closed
lightly, so she thought she would look like sleeping beauty. She slowly tried to bring one arm up to run her fingers through
his hair. But brought it back to hold on to Pelonde. She felt The warm and relaxing lips leaving, which she took as a red light.
She came back too, and opened her eyes very dilibratelly. Andinee didn't let go.
"I've missed you, my love."Narrel didn't understand. Andinee and her were just friends last time she knew. But with the words he
had just let out, she just wanted the same thing.
"Me, too."Narrel repllied happilly. She felt warm inside, and was hoping that Luke and Tren weren't near by. What an embarasment!
Narrel thought, with a grin.
*****MEANWHILE*****
"Woah! There goes your chance with my sister, Tren!"Luke gigled quietly, as they hid behind a tree near where Narrel and Andinee
were standing.
"With that girl? No. Not interested, thanks. Her first kiss was spoilled by a runt, anyways. I was planning to break mouth virginity
tonight when you were asleep.
"She'd scream and get desperate, calling for Andinee. Hee hee. You'd probablly attack and things would go bump in the night! Hey, would
ya? I bet you would! Yahuh! Ooo boy, then it would get messy! And I be..."
"Would you SHUT-UP CHILD!"Tren yelled at Luke. They gasped when the two on the road heard them and turned to see them.
"Right back at ya! Get down! Luke called quietly at Tren. They ducked under a bush so that Narrel and Andinee would continue kissing.
Which they had started again
"Geez, that was an episode, Dumble Dork Brain."Luke cussed. Well, after this, Luke wasn't to happy.
"I need to learn romance, you don't. You probablly got 20 hookers already! Luke was now mocking Tren wildly. Tren turned to look at
Luke again
"Look, I took you with me so that you would shut up about me and Narrel in bed, o.k? Don't blow your next chance in this sword competition.
Mocking is not aloud to defeat a opponent with burning each other. I don't really like the squealing Bi...Bin, anyway."Tren quickly corrected
himself. He looked back through the branches of the bush to watch Narrel and Andinee embracing.
Tren thought to himself. He slowlly
grinned with passion. He hadn't kissed for 3 years.
Short Chapta, eh? Don't worry, it might just end up like this for all the chapters. I might have 30, so that's why. PLEASE R&R!!!
