Chosen

Conversations erupted once the words left Sage's, the Prophet's, lips. Meanwhile, mutual conversations were shared through all the wolves' minds.

Are we seriously going to die?, one of them asked.

This seems serious, another said. Their countless thoughts filled their special telepathy.

Whatever happens, we keep intact. We will never let them harm the people.

What if Elda attacks one of them?

What the hell? Don't think that.

I'm just saying. I mean, she's a vampire so why not?

She can't. We need her and plus, she could easily suffocate us.

Better be sure about that.

Huh, I'm not.

So what will we do if she kills one of them?

Hmm. We'll just wing it.

Guys, focus back on Sage. She's saying something.

They gazed back at the Prophet, listening like everyone else.

"You are probably wondering how I would save you, right?" She smiled, walking around leisurely. "First off, don't ask questions how I came to be here. I'm not here to tell you my life story. Third, there is only very few people who has the abilities to save yourselves and this planet. I'm talking about a great sacrifice here because those very few are powerful. And those of whom will join me."

"Are you saying that you're sacrificing yourself?" Carlisle inquired incredulously.

Sage nodded.

"And who are the others that would be joining you?" Aro included.

"I have yet to discover them."

. . .

November 18, 3003

Twilight

I don't know anymore. Sage, the one that's supposed to help us, came out of nowhere and she knew that we were all going to die in the near future. Is it coincidence? She's also very powerful and it seems to me that she knows everything. She also mentioned that some of us are going to have to sacrifice ourselves along with her. It's the only way to save this world. I'm not quite sure how to handle it if I were one of those few. I would die if Edward was one of them.

. . .

Benjamin's Journal

I just ran back to finish what I started. Is my part in this mission still necessary? If not, I'm still not abandoning my land.

Benjamin quit writing and left his notebook. He jumped into his hole of a land, landing atop a rooftop. He began meditating, concentrating on lifting more chunks of ice.

"Love, this isn't necessary," his wife told from behind him. He turned around and gave Tia a weary smile.

"I know."

"Then why are you still forcing yourself to do this?"

He stared at her and responded, "I don't give up easily."

She chuckled. "You are such the opposite of me. I'll leave you to your experimentation."

She kissed him and leaped from the hole until she reached the edge of the ice. She started running and shook her head in disappointment. She was disappointed in herself.

"You don't have to tell him this instant," Sage said from beside her. Tia glanced sideways and continued sprinting.

"I know," she replied, "but you're taking away the man I can't live without."

"It's not my fault. I did not choose him."

Tia sighed. "When is it going to happen?"

"I don't know yet. But, spend as much time with Benjamin because his days are counted."

It hurt Tia to hear those words, though she nodded. Benjamin is one of the chosen ones Sage had warned them about being sacrificed. The Prophet had informed her and Tia simply could not tell him.

Let her be wrong, Tia prayed. Don't take him away. Let her be wrong.

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