The Prediction
The figure walked through the city, his hands dripping the blood of the unsuspecting… the innocent… and the evil.
He could already hear the voices, even as he walked. "Was it worth it? Where the truly so evil that there life was forfeit? They were but children! They had there whole life to turn around-"
But they didn't. And if it drew her faster to him… then so be it…
He glanced at the sky, and circled the moon with his one gloved hand, a thin trail appeared in the sky and quickly faded..
"I believe its time to give my message to the woman in question…"
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She stood against the wall of fire, her fathers eyes baring down on her.
"You cannot push me back forever… Today you are strong but someday hate will consume you and you will-"
"Enough!" Raven cried, her hands glowing a bright white and trapping the eyes in an aura of lightning.
"I haven't feared you since that day! I wont start now! You will NEVER again-"
She felt a stabbing pain ignite on her back, and from it exploded a teenage boy the same age as herself, she couldn't see his face. Only a shadow.
He grabbed her wrists, and locked there eyes together , then spoke in a sing song voice.
"When at last the time had come,
the end of the world was nearly done.
But it was ended with both love and power.
And now the end shall come with the stars shower.
A boy is the first sign,
and then a death of a loved one.
Kharana is coming,
and he's already won."
The figure then struck her across the face, and Raven hit the dirt beneath her fathers eyes, who faded in the moment of confusion. She watched as the shadow pulled from its darkness a knife, and with but a raise of his hand made her lift into the air.
"My dear Raven…
We were once equals…
But you are now lost…
With the song of the eagles…"
The knife spun in the air, and slashes at her face causing fresh blood to seep across her face. She clutched it, and growled at the shadow.
"I have never had problems with my dreams since my father… I am not starting now! Azarath Metrion-"
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"-ZINTHOS!"
Raven opened her eyes, and noticed a body fly across the room and hit her wall with a thud and a groan.
She leapt from her bed, hands raised and glowing, she advanced on the figure and with but a thought the lights flicked on, she gasped as Tim got to his feat, rubbing his head and groaning.
"I heard you screaming in yer sleep… and when I came in you were shouting at something, I thought you were having a bad dream so I went to check on-"
Raven blushed, and looked away.
"Sorry, your right. It was just a bad dream-" She felt a hand on her face, and flushed at the thought of Tim going to kiss her again. But the look on his face was that of confusion, he slowly traced his thumb over the thin cut across her cheek and quickly asked;
"… How did you cut yourself? Did you slash it on something as you got up?"
"What? Did I slash what?"
"Your cheek, there's a cut right across it…"
He looked at the bed, and there was blood across the sheets and pillow casing. He glanced across the room and then looked back at Raven.
"What were you dreaming about?"
Her eyes widened, and she pulled away. Falling back against the wall and slumping too the floor, staring at the opposite wall behind him.
Tim observed her as she did, and rushed to her side quickly. His voice shaken, he asked;
"Raven, what is it?"
She slowly pointed at the wall, and slowly explained;
"… I dreamt it…"
On the wall was the poem she had heard, written on the wall with blood. Lying next to it, was a blood soaked knife and a small note.
"Kharana has come. He has already won."
To be continued...