A friend of mine asked "in a good way" what at was going on with my story?
So I thought I would put up the very "The Prophecy" up for you all to read.
Hope you enjoy!
Please Note: this is the first draft... and it's probably filled with grammatical and punctuation errors.
"The Prophecy"
Along time ago, when royalty
still meant something, and time would stand still with the slow passing of
days; Vampires went bump in the night, Witches weren’t burned at the stake for
being something they couldn’t control, myths and legends didn’t have to hide
who they were, and Werewolves were the protectors of villages; there lived a family.
They were prosperous and had
more wealth than many could dream of, they were healers and seers, with powers
only to be told as otherworldly. In the
winter there was born a son. A child of untold beauty: with blood red hair, purple eyes, and an olive
complexion, he didn’t look of the human world.
At first, his father deemed him a changeling, and was to be thrown in
the snow to die. But soon after his
birth his beautiful mother begged them not to; she had seen his destiny and it
was tied to The Fates like no other could be.
“He is to be the reason; for
the Worlds Collide”, she said… And every one listened, for when she spoke the
truth came to be.
I was small then… a mere
puppy, but I understood her words… they made sense to me. They thought me a dog, a companion for him,
the child…they never guessed that we existed.
They with all their power didn’t believe in the magic of the earth; and
so they spoke freely, ignorantly in front of me. I remember her words clearly, for I had to
hold them dearly, soon there was to be another wrapped in fates cruel hands the
way that we were.
She spoke:
“There will come a day, long from now when this son of mine, will create
a child. That child will bring one world
to its knees and another back to its former glory. That child will be of untold
beauty, you will know it instantly as it will have coal black hair the color of
the darkest night, with red streaks running through like the blood that will
fall to the ground as people die. The eyes will be the bluest blue matching the
ice the will come with the cold that will surely grow with each passing year
that the child exists. The child’s skin
will be so white that it will look as the moon was brought down just to be with
it. This child will bring death as it will bring life. It will bring peace as it will bring danger
to us all. The child will bring the
Worlds Collide. It is as The Fates command we shall not kill this boy; my
son. He is the to create something so
wonderfully gifted and so powerful, that only the child’s mixed blood will save
it from true death. The child to be is
immortal and cannot die. Many will try,
but none will succeed.”
With that she fell into a
sleep so deep we thought her dead. She
woke up and remembered what she saw for it was unlike anything she had ever
seen. She watched the vision; the time
passed and decades raced by as she witnessed a much older son, a much braver
being than any of her people combined.
So she loved and protected her child.
She waited for the day, that
he would meet the woman that will bare the baby of her vision. The woman would
have raven black hair, white skin, and ice blue eyes slightly larger than
most. His mother knew not what she was;
just that this woman was not of the human world nor was she was not a
Witch. She was neither Vampire, nor
Werewolf…. She just was. The beautiful
mother knew that the woman would come with her raven hair, and magic would
follow her. So would the child that none but her son and that woman would want.
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