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owe the rock…)Only Meyla's mine – so ha!
Meyla looked at the list of the things they retrieved, she yawned, she and Rock haven't been to sleep, she watched Huji looked at the documents they grabbed. Rock elbowed her and said, "You alright?"
She nodded and yawned again, he smiled and said, "We'll bed down soon, once we get the stuff put away."
They looked over at Huji, who now had a small crowd gathered around her, they looked at a document Huji held in her hands with awe. They looked at each other and shrugged and walked over to the crowd, curious. "What do you have?" Rock asked.
"This confirms it! The legend…it's true!" Huji gibbered excitedly. Meyla glanced at Rock, he raised an eyebrow, whatever they found, it was good.
They looked at the document and frowned. The text was written in symbols and they couldn't decipher them. Steve appeared and grinned when he spotted the text. He and Huji quietly talked, they placed the text onto a scanner linked up to a computer. They scanned it and the computer showed it up on screen, Meyla could read it, the computer has deciphered it.
"What is it?" she asked. Steve smiled and said, "This will knock the corporations to their knees for sure!"
By now, the whole clans have woken and gathered round the computer, Huji stood up and said, "Many of you may recall the legend, the legend that one mortal will end the corruption of the world as they know it. This document is the document that supports this! It's true!"
"Wait, how do you know it's true?" Mela asked, the crowd looked at Huji as she spoke, "Because you're that mortal!"
"Huh? Wait, she's the one that suppose to lead us to victory?" Rock spat. He looked at Meyla and said, "No objections but I'm sure that document is flawed."
Meyla ribbed him, he winched and shut up.
"Ok…what does the document say?" Mela asked, ignoring the looks of the clan looking at her if she just grew another head.
"Read it…" Steve urged. Meyla sighed and began to read it.
"As cities fall, submerged beneath, and succumb to sand.
Men of corruption will engage in war, but not as man to man.
They employ to receive an income, to rule over other lives,
They hide their true meanings and released their lies.
A child will be born of this dark corporation,
Who use a man as death to the nation,
Together time cease to exist as they lead a rebellion,
Where a victory will result in much jubilation."
Meyla sat back and thought, "This doesn't prove anything."
"I wouldn't say that just yet." Steve said, he handed her another document and said as she read, "This document tells us more about the person who will save us, right down to the shape of the birthmark on her hip." Meyla looked at him and looked down at her hip, she pulled the hem of her combats down and looked at the crescent shaped birthmark. She looked up at Steve with astonishment, her mouth hung open. Rock looked at her and took the document, he read it out aloud.
"Born of two humans, this heroine will rise to lead a battle to determine who'll rule over humanity. She will be lead to the rebels by a man viewed as death. Upon her hip lies a birthmark of a crescent moon, this will be a sign of victory to come…" Rock didn't finish reading the document, he leaned forward and looked at her hip, true enough, a small birthmark existed. "Uh so we're basing all this on a few lucky coincidences?" he asked.
"There's a fine line between coincidence and destiny. Can't you see the strong resemblance here? 'She will be lead to the rebels by a man viewed as death' that's you. And the birthmark corresponds with the document." Steve pointed out, the crowd nodded with agreement. Meyla regained her speech and said, "Say that's true…and I'm not saying it is but what now?"
"You'll lead us…"Huji said.
"Urgh! " growls Meyla, "Right now, the great one needs her sleep!" she turned to walk away, "Hey, no copy infringement!" Rock called out, the crowd giggled.
"Huh?" Meyla sighed, she wasn't in the mood.
"Only I say that." Rock said, he gave her a little pouty smile. Shaking her head, she shrugged and walked away to bed. She had enough, sure the documents were right but didn't she have control over her own destiny?
Meyla looked around her, she stood in an empty room, she could hear strange whispers coming closer to her. She hugged herself, trying to retain some heat to warm her frozen limbs. She saw mist seeping in between the brickwork, yet she wasn't afraid, something comforted her. She saw two figures looming out of the mist. She let out a strangled sob as she recognised them. Her parents. An icy hand gripped her heart, fear rooted her to the spot. She couldn't run as they moved closer to her. Her mother smiled, she felt the coldness and fear ebb away from her. "Meyla." A ghostly whisper echoed, her father spoke. "We're proud of who you've become, but it's time you except your destiny."
She shook her head with sadness, now her parents telling her how to live.
"We know of your confusion and sadness but believe us, everything will get better. Believe in yourself, believe in us."
"I can't! It's all too much!" she sobbed. Her mother sadly smiled and whispered,
"Meyla, you're stronger than you know. There's a man who will be by your side…"
"Rock? He's a killer, a man with a cold heart…"
"He saved you on more than one occasion. Once during the abseiling and another by taking you away from the life you've known. He'll be there for you, you need to trust him."
Meyla looked at her parents, she couldn't believe they were saying this, surely they could understand how she felt.
"You are the one the rebels believe in, just believe in yourself and you can do anything." Her father spoke. She felting tears roll down her face, "Please…why me? I'll only lead them to their deaths."
"No one said it would be easy, Dwayne will be there for you as so will we…"
"NO!" she screamed out aloud, she felt herself being shaken, opening her eyes, she looked up at Rock, who looked down at her with concern. The dream faded into the sunlight as she sat up and sobbed. Rock quietly said, "You were having a dream…"
"I know!" she sobbed, Rock put his arms around her and quietly soothed her as she calmed down. "I'm sorry I woke you." Meyla apologised. How can she ever trust a man like him? She buried her head into his shoulder as a tear rolled down her cheek as she realised she had no control over her destiny; she had to go with the flow.
Meyla sat alone looking at the documents, she felt tired knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep for some while. She left Rock sleeping as she read the documents, all translated by the computer. She heard the floor boards behind her creak, Rock yawned and stretched his arms, "Couldn't get much sleep, thought I come down and find you." He said. She nodded, her mind not focused. Smith walked up to them and quietly talked to Rock, they didn't hear Meyla as she gasped. Holding a document she stood up and said loudly, "Guys, I found something!"
"What?" Smith asked, "What's out there in the desert?" Meyla asked.
"Er lots of sand?" Smith shrugged, Rock rolled his eyes.
"No, what is under all that sand?"
"The old city of New York…" Rock said, Meyla snorted and said, "No not that deep…"
"Sand?" Rock gave up and looked at her questioning.
"Have you ever wondered why we can't venture into the desert?" Meyla said, Smith went to open his mouth but Meyla interrupted, "And it's nothing to do with the desert itself."
"Go on…" Rock urged. She handed him the document and said, "There is an army of vehicles under that sand that the corporations tried to get rid of. They couldn't melt them down so they buried them under the sand and prevented access into the desert. Sand doesn't decay the vehicles, rather it preserves them…"
"Like mummies…" Rock said he noticed Meyla and Smith looking at him strangely, "Mummies are bodies of dead people buried for a journey to the after life." Both Meyla and Smith nodded as they took in the information.
"Any way, we could dig for them and use them…" Meyla grinned. Rock and Smith looked at each other and nodded, "What sort of vehicles?" Rock asked, "Some sorts of 20th century weapons something called tanks and armoured vehicles…"She shrugged, clearly not aware of what they were, Rock's mouth hung open with surprise. "What?" Smith asked, "Do you have any idea how destructive they can be?" Rock asked, both Meyla and Smith shook their heads.
Meyla looked at the list of the things they retrieved, she yawned, she and Rock haven't been to sleep, she watched Huji looked at the documents they grabbed. Rock elbowed her and said, "You alright?"
She nodded and yawned again, he smiled and said, "We'll bed down soon, once we get the stuff put away."
They looked over at Huji, who now had a small crowd gathered around her, they looked at a document Huji held in her hands with awe. They looked at each other and shrugged and walked over to the crowd, curious. "What do you have?" Rock asked.
"This confirms it! The legend…it's true!" Huji gibbered excitedly. Meyla glanced at Rock, he raised an eyebrow, whatever they found, it was good.
They looked at the document and frowned. The text was written in symbols and they couldn't decipher them. Steve appeared and grinned when he spotted the text. He and Huji quietly talked, they placed the text onto a scanner linked up to a computer. They scanned it and the computer showed it up on screen, Meyla could read it, the computer has deciphered it.
"What is it?" she asked. Steve smiled and said, "This will knock the corporations to their knees for sure!"
By now, the whole clans have woken and gathered round the computer, Huji stood up and said, "Many of you may recall the legend, the legend that one mortal will end the corruption of the world as they know it. This document is the document that supports this! It's true!"
"Wait, how do you know it's true?" Mela asked, the crowd looked at Huji as she spoke, "Because you're that mortal!"
"Huh? Wait, she's the one that suppose to lead us to victory?" Rock spat. He looked at Meyla and said, "No objections but I'm sure that document is flawed."
Meyla ribbed him, he winched and shut up.
"Ok…what does the document say?" Mela asked, ignoring the looks of the clan looking at her if she just grew another head.
"Read it…" Steve urged. Meyla sighed and began to read it.
"As cities fall, submerged beneath, and succumb to sand.
Men of corruption will engage in war, but not as man to man.
They employ to receive an income, to rule over other lives,
They hide their true meanings and released their lies.
A child will be born of this dark corporation,
Who use a man as death to the nation,
Together time cease to exist as they lead a rebellion,
Where a victory will result in much jubilation."
Meyla sat back and thought, "This doesn't prove anything."
"I wouldn't say that just yet." Steve said, he handed her another document and said as she read, "This document tells us more about the person who will save us, right down to the shape of the birthmark on her hip." Meyla looked at him and looked down at her hip, she pulled the hem of her combats down and looked at the crescent shaped birthmark. She looked up at Steve with astonishment, her mouth hung open. Rock looked at her and took the document, he read it out aloud.
"Born of two humans, this heroine will rise to lead a battle to determine who'll rule over humanity. She will be lead to the rebels by a man viewed as death. Upon her hip lies a birthmark of a crescent moon, this will be a sign of victory to come…" Rock didn't finish reading the document, he leaned forward and looked at her hip, true enough, a small birthmark existed. "Uh so we're basing all this on a few lucky coincidences?" he asked.
"There's a fine line between coincidence and destiny. Can't you see the strong resemblance here? 'She will be lead to the rebels by a man viewed as death' that's you. And the birthmark corresponds with the document." Steve pointed out, the crowd nodded with agreement. Meyla regained her speech and said, "Say that's true…and I'm not saying it is but what now?"
"You'll lead us…"Huji said.
"Urgh! " growls Meyla, "Right now, the great one needs her sleep!" she turned to walk away, "Hey, no copy infringement!" Rock called out, the crowd giggled.
"Huh?" Meyla sighed, she wasn't in the mood.
"Only I say that." Rock said, he gave her a little pouty smile. Shaking her head, she shrugged and walked away to bed. She had enough, sure the documents were right but didn't she have control over her own destiny?
Meyla looked around her, she stood in an empty room, she could hear strange whispers coming closer to her. She hugged herself, trying to retain some heat to warm her frozen limbs. She saw mist seeping in between the brickwork, yet she wasn't afraid, something comforted her. She saw two figures looming out of the mist. She let out a strangled sob as she recognised them. Her parents. An icy hand gripped her heart, fear rooted her to the spot. She couldn't run as they moved closer to her. Her mother smiled, she felt the coldness and fear ebb away from her. "Meyla." A ghostly whisper echoed, her father spoke. "We're proud of who you've become, but it's time you except your destiny."
She shook her head with sadness, now her parents telling her how to live.
"We know of your confusion and sadness but believe us, everything will get better. Believe in yourself, believe in us."
"I can't! It's all too much!" she sobbed. Her mother sadly smiled and whispered,
"Meyla, you're stronger than you know. There's a man who will be by your side…"
"Rock? He's a killer, a man with a cold heart…"
"He saved you on more than one occasion. Once during the abseiling and another by taking you away from the life you've known. He'll be there for you, you need to trust him."
Meyla looked at her parents, she couldn't believe they were saying this, surely they could understand how she felt.
"You are the one the rebels believe in, just believe in yourself and you can do anything." Her father spoke. She felting tears roll down her face, "Please…why me? I'll only lead them to their deaths."
"No one said it would be easy, Dwayne will be there for you as so will we…"
"NO!" she screamed out aloud, she felt herself being shaken, opening her eyes, she looked up at Rock, who looked down at her with concern. The dream faded into the sunlight as she sat up and sobbed. Rock quietly said, "You were having a dream…"
"I know!" she sobbed, Rock put his arms around her and quietly soothed her as she calmed down. "I'm sorry I woke you." Meyla apologised. How can she ever trust a man like him? She buried her head into his shoulder as a tear rolled down her cheek as she realised she had no control over her destiny; she had to go with the flow.
Meyla sat alone looking at the documents, she felt tired knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep for some while. She left Rock sleeping as she read the documents, all translated by the computer. She heard the floor boards behind her creak, Rock yawned and stretched his arms, "Couldn't get much sleep, thought I come down and find you." He said. She nodded, her mind not focused. Smith walked up to them and quietly talked to Rock, they didn't hear Meyla as she gasped. Holding a document she stood up and said loudly, "Guys, I found something!"
"What?" Smith asked, "What's out there in the desert?" Meyla asked.
"Er lots of sand?" Smith shrugged, Rock rolled his eyes.
"No, what is under all that sand?"
"The old city of New York…" Rock said, Meyla snorted and said, "No not that deep…"
"Sand?" Rock gave up and looked at her questioning.
"Have you ever wondered why we can't venture into the desert?" Meyla said, Smith went to open his mouth but Meyla interrupted, "And it's nothing to do with the desert itself."
"Go on…" Rock urged. She handed him the document and said, "There is an army of vehicles under that sand that the corporations tried to get rid of. They couldn't melt them down so they buried them under the sand and prevented access into the desert. Sand doesn't decay the vehicles, rather it preserves them…"
"Like mummies…" Rock said he noticed Meyla and Smith looking at him strangely, "Mummies are bodies of dead people buried for a journey to the after life." Both Meyla and Smith nodded as they took in the information.
"Any way, we could dig for them and use them…" Meyla grinned. Rock and Smith looked at each other and nodded, "What sort of vehicles?" Rock asked, "Some sorts of 20th century weapons something called tanks and armoured vehicles…"She shrugged, clearly not aware of what they were, Rock's mouth hung open with surprise. "What?" Smith asked, "Do you have any idea how destructive they can be?" Rock asked, both Meyla and Smith shook their heads.