A Prophecy of Love

The Benefactor 10

So! I decided to update a smidge earlier, haha. Well, I guess it'll be a little longer than the other chapters because....

Haha, well, let's just say... If you want to understand the story and know what's going to happen next, read it! ;D

You should read it anyway, haha, but this is definitely the chapter to read... For now ;D

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Chapter 10

After the frightening news that I was supposed to fulfill some 'prophecy', I made my way down the hall in search of Mr. Knight, because I thought he might know something. He did mention going to this school when he was little, and maybe he found the book or maybe even overheard some students talking about it. I didn't care how he found out, if he did, I had to know.

I came up on his office, the large and medieval door closed shut, and I felt a little tingly and nervous about confronting him about all of this. What if it wasn't real?

No, I shook the thought out of my head, speeding up to the intimidating door, almost willing to knock confidently. But, a jolt of indecisiveness hit me once I slammed my curled fist on the broad, wooden door.

Damn.

"Yes?" Mr. Knight's muffled voice said from behind the door, "Can I help you?"

"Um, no," I muttered to hide my distinct voice, "Thanks, but it's okay."

"Olivia?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that he didn't really say my name, and I hoped I wasn't hearing HIS footsteps coming from inside his office, making their way over to me.

But all of it came true when he exposed himself, opening the door and saying, "Olivia, come in."

How could I say no to him? So, I reluctantly scooted my way into his office, watching as he carefully shut the door back. He powerful eyes attached themselves directly on me when he spun around to face me, and I knew he knew something about what Mason told me.

The prophecy.

"So, are you worried?"

I gulped, trying to hide my obvious lie, "No."

"Yes, you are."

"B-but, I can do it," I trailed off, slumping into a chair, "I guess I could..."

"I don't want an 'I guess'. I want an 'I know I can do this'."   

"Mr. Knight, I don't get it though!" My eyes stung with a few, unplanned tears, "None of this junk makes any sense to me. None of it."

"It will soon enough."

What the hell? I had heard that before, and I didn't want to hear it again. What was it supposed to mean anyway?

"Mind telling me something that will actually benefit me?" I snapped at him, curling my knees up to my chest.

"You have to find that out for your own, Liv."

"Mr. Knight, will you pu-lease tell me what this means!" I whined, wanting to stomp my feet like a kindergartener.

He plopped down on his grand, headmaster chair, behind his oak desk, and he rubbed his forehead, "It's simple enough. You will bring back Arthur, whoever that will be."

"It doesn't make any sense to me. Can't you give me some hints, at least?" I walked my fingers up his toned shoulder.

"No," He let the 'o' on for a while, his brow rising in amusement.