A Journey To The Clouds, A Fantastical Prophecy - Book One - ✓

Chapter Twenty-three

Wait, so your father sent this to you and the sword and he can see our visions?" Connor screeches. I nod, also shocked.

"How? We've never seen him in our visions. In the visions we share, we've always seen one another? How could your father be. . . an apparition?" Connor asks. I shake my head.

"Then again, that's a question I can't answer." I tell him. The weight of our journey starts to fall on my shoulders, as we are minutes away from beginning our quest.

"Wow. Ally, this is our cue. We need to be on our way. But we also should bring money. . rather be safe than sorry. ." Connor drifts off. I look at him sternly, but I nod my head in agreement. Who knows if we might need money on the way.

"Right. Run to your house and get as much money as you can find. And I'll stay here and get as much as I can find as well, ok?" I instruct.

"Yes ma'am." Connor dashes off.

I dig under my bed and find my secret stash of money. Now to think of it, I feel secret might not be the right word. Everyone knew I was at the ready all day, every day. I was constantly scared of things that happen to people daily, such as fires, or shootings. I would always keep a stash of money under my bed if someone had broken in and we needed to get out. That was just my character.

Once I pulled it out and found that I had some old pictures of us, of all of us as a family together. I smile as I recall old memories. I shake my head so I don't get lost in my thoughts. I empty the money out on the floor to find how much I had. After I found the amount: twenty- four dollars exactly, I fished for another hand bag. I find one and shove the money in there.

I look around to see if I have some more somewhere and go into my mom's room. I know where she keeps her money. . before you ask, yes I was one of those kids. I grab all of it and dash to the living room to wait for Connor. A few seconds later, he appears in the doorway. I beckon for him to just open the door. He barged in and sat down. . close. . actually, incredibly close to me. His hand is inches from mine.

"Wait, remember the Crew of Dooms poem?" I ask slowly.

"Yeah. what's your point?" Connor asks.

"It's June eighth!" I replied.

"So?"

"So it's the date the Crew of Doom made! They predicted this!"

"Oh, So they were right about this. I wonder if they know if we are going to fail or win?"

"Does that matter at the moment?"

"Not really, I guess."

"Ready?" I ask him, looking in his eyes. "'Readys' my middle name" Connor teases. I roll my eyes and laugh. He brushes his hair with his fingers. I can tell he's nervous. He stands up and holds his hand out for me. I take it and he pulls me up. Our faces end up a few inches apart. I give him a suspicious glance, halfway smirking at him. He pulls a small piece of hair behind my ears.

"Ok let's go." Connor says looking in my eyes. I blush, look away, and nod my head. Together, we walk out of my house with everything on our backs.