Part II-
Six years previously.
I hadn't worked. Nothing had worked. He had been told that everything was in place. But still the finale evaded him. He had only worked his entire life to see this dream fulfilled, and now everything was breaking apart. He was the one, he had been told so. But nothing was going the way it had been foretold. Was it her? Was he wrong in assuming that it was her? Was it her mother? No. It wasn't possible. Everything was set, nothing was miscalculated. But still nothing happened. It was only a few days later that he was forced to realize that the fault didn't lie in the foretelling, but in the interpretation. He had made a mistake, and he was the reason that he had not yet been able to taste the fruit of his labors. How could he have missed so much; how had they all? Not one person had been able to correctly interpret The Prophesy; not himself, not the CIA, and not the one person with whom he'd placed all hope.
It had finally occurred to him that he was only a bystander. He was merely a pawn. But she; she was a major player. She was practically the incarnation of The Prophesy; practically. He forced her to read it over and over; Forced her to interpret The Words. And she had, and now he knew. Now they all knew the truth. When he had first discovered it, he wondered if he had damaged the course of events irrevocably. But later he had been assured that his actions were not unseen; his actions were precisely what had been foretold. He had just been ignorant to this. He had taken her believing that he knew all. But he was wrong. Only 'HE' knew it all; how this game would play out, how it would all end. He wanted desperately to know, himself. He tried tenaciously to discover everything. But a search for everything, had only led to more answers, and the realization that his concept of everything was, in fact, minute.
But now he watched as it all unfolded. He'd done his part, and now he just let it all happen. He had stopped trying years ago to control it, and had just let it flow. He stared down at the new surveillance photographs and smiled. She looked more beautiful than ever walking down the quaint village street. She had been laughing, and joking. She was happy. And it made him glad to know that she would experience joy, before it all happened. He studied her companions carefully. He had not know about the two boys until he seen these pictures. But they were mere details. One held her son in his arms. When he'd heard of the birth of her child, he'd rushed to the hospital, only to be disappointed. It wasn't a girl. But the look on her face as she stared wondrously at her son, caused him to understand. She deserved to be happy, and this child made her so. The Prophesy, despicable as it could be, always found a way to throw in an ironic twist or two. She was the one that would lose the most. She would be the one to suffer; And as if it were some kind of consolation The Prophesy had granted her a few moments of peace. As if that were enough to make up for all she would lose.
He was about to tare his eyes away from the photo when he saw it. He hadn't noticed it at first, for it was the kind of thing one would not normally pick up on. But it was there, plain and clear. Her eyes revealed more than wonder and admiration. They revealed more than she herself was probably even aware of; but to him, her eyes revealed everything he had been waiting for. He chuckled to himself, thinking how ironic it was that he would be the one to pick up on this. But he was the one who had been chosen. He would fulfill the Prophesy to its full extent, no holds barred. And as he looked up at the new day which dawned around him he smiled. He had waited a lifetime for this moment. He had gone through so much to reach this point. But it was here now. He had seen it unmistakably in her eyes. It had commenced.
Six years previously.
I hadn't worked. Nothing had worked. He had been told that everything was in place. But still the finale evaded him. He had only worked his entire life to see this dream fulfilled, and now everything was breaking apart. He was the one, he had been told so. But nothing was going the way it had been foretold. Was it her? Was he wrong in assuming that it was her? Was it her mother? No. It wasn't possible. Everything was set, nothing was miscalculated. But still nothing happened. It was only a few days later that he was forced to realize that the fault didn't lie in the foretelling, but in the interpretation. He had made a mistake, and he was the reason that he had not yet been able to taste the fruit of his labors. How could he have missed so much; how had they all? Not one person had been able to correctly interpret The Prophesy; not himself, not the CIA, and not the one person with whom he'd placed all hope.
It had finally occurred to him that he was only a bystander. He was merely a pawn. But she; she was a major player. She was practically the incarnation of The Prophesy; practically. He forced her to read it over and over; Forced her to interpret The Words. And she had, and now he knew. Now they all knew the truth. When he had first discovered it, he wondered if he had damaged the course of events irrevocably. But later he had been assured that his actions were not unseen; his actions were precisely what had been foretold. He had just been ignorant to this. He had taken her believing that he knew all. But he was wrong. Only 'HE' knew it all; how this game would play out, how it would all end. He wanted desperately to know, himself. He tried tenaciously to discover everything. But a search for everything, had only led to more answers, and the realization that his concept of everything was, in fact, minute.
But now he watched as it all unfolded. He'd done his part, and now he just let it all happen. He had stopped trying years ago to control it, and had just let it flow. He stared down at the new surveillance photographs and smiled. She looked more beautiful than ever walking down the quaint village street. She had been laughing, and joking. She was happy. And it made him glad to know that she would experience joy, before it all happened. He studied her companions carefully. He had not know about the two boys until he seen these pictures. But they were mere details. One held her son in his arms. When he'd heard of the birth of her child, he'd rushed to the hospital, only to be disappointed. It wasn't a girl. But the look on her face as she stared wondrously at her son, caused him to understand. She deserved to be happy, and this child made her so. The Prophesy, despicable as it could be, always found a way to throw in an ironic twist or two. She was the one that would lose the most. She would be the one to suffer; And as if it were some kind of consolation The Prophesy had granted her a few moments of peace. As if that were enough to make up for all she would lose.
He was about to tare his eyes away from the photo when he saw it. He hadn't noticed it at first, for it was the kind of thing one would not normally pick up on. But it was there, plain and clear. Her eyes revealed more than wonder and admiration. They revealed more than she herself was probably even aware of; but to him, her eyes revealed everything he had been waiting for. He chuckled to himself, thinking how ironic it was that he would be the one to pick up on this. But he was the one who had been chosen. He would fulfill the Prophesy to its full extent, no holds barred. And as he looked up at the new day which dawned around him he smiled. He had waited a lifetime for this moment. He had gone through so much to reach this point. But it was here now. He had seen it unmistakably in her eyes. It had commenced.