A Prophetic Dream- A Short Story

III- Say WHAT?!

I blinked, to find myself in a dusty room with cobwebs everywhere. "Ughhhh.." I moaned, my head feeling heavy. 

I tried to get up, but found my hands were bound with... what? It looked like tree roots, but that was impossible. There was no tree in sight. 

Of course, I thought bitterly. You've heard enough of Nilan's cop show and movie references to know that when you're taken hostage, you're always bound. 

My enemy Nilan was obsessed with TV, and I had threatened him many times to go to his mom and tell her about how much TV he watched when she didn't know. That always shut him up. 

However, he always tagged along with my friends and I, for some strange reason. My friends said that was because he 'liked' me, but I always ignored them.

Anyhow, I'm going off track, and I tried to pull the tree roots, but they were really thick.

I concentrated, putting all of my energy into my core, and I must have tapped into something that was....... divine. Me, but divine. Make sense? I know it doesn't.

The tree roots broke, and I stared at my hands in awe. I felt powerful. Like I could lift mountains. But that feeling was only momentary, and the next second, my hands felt like they were wrapped in an overcoat of lead. 

I scanned my room. There was no door or window, which seemed impossible, since she couldn't have brought me in there. 

I noticed a hole in the wall, which seemed big enough for a tiny kid to fit in. In other words, me.

I wriggled in there, and realized that the hole was a tunnel! Unfortunately, the tunnel was a long one. I crawled and crawled, but there didn't seem to be an end. Just as I was beginning to lose hope, I found a light source at the other end. 

Excited, I scooted forward, and came to a grill, that led underneath the garden. I saw the lady watering the plants, (which seemed useless, since they were already dead) and talking to a person. The person in question had a large cloak that was covering him, and that was it. Since his back was facing my face, I couldn't see anything else.

The man stared into the fog. It had stopped raining, but the occasional droplet dripped onto the dry grass. 

The woman said in an agitated tone, "You know how dangerous the child is! She is the avatar of Saraswati, but on top of that, she is blessed with the power of prophecy!"

The man grunted, and said, "Alright fine. I won't use her. But, that is why I chose her first. She has the strongest scent. And she's bound to cause trouble. I've never know an avatar who hasn't. Especially of Saraswati. I'm going to kill her."

"Why didn't you ask me to kill her?" the lady asked petulantly. She even sounded like she was insulted. 

"Your kind do a shoddy job. I want to see the terror in her eyes when I extinguish the light in them."

My heart started pounding. I took a shaky, but deep breath, and tried to calm myself. Avatar of Saraswati? Power of prophecy? 

Sure, this guy has gone cuckoo. He channeled Lord Voldemort. What else? He kidnapped me. 

I carefully crawled back to the other end of the tunnel, and paced in my room. A small creak startled me, and I realized a wooden board from the skirting had come loose. 

I pulled at it, and found that it was a hole, and there was something on the other side. I couldn't crawl in such a small space, so I yanked some wood from the wall and created a bigger opening. I crawled into the hole, and found myself in another room. 

I stared at the floor, which was littered with bones. I almost puked, having the feeling my bones would join them. I tried to remember the parameters of the house, which was easy, since I had photographic memory. 

The front side of the house was north, and if I used the process of elimination, I could figure out how to get out. The only problem was, even this room didn't have any doors. Or windows. I broke the wood to create a small opening, and found many rooms with doors, thank god. 

I went into one of them, and found a window facing the south side, which is the back of the house. I threw one of the bones onto a rock, which created a loud sound. Old Lady and her visitor ran to the back of the house, while I escaped through the front (the doors were easily opened, now), and ran for freedom. 

My freedom was short lived, as my foot got stuck between two rocks, and I couldn't get out. The lady, who called my trick, was walking toward me, grinning more evilly than before, and holding the same sharp knife. One tiny detail I hadn't noticed about it was, that it had flecks of dried blood on it. Uh-oh.