Crimson's Prophecy

Distance of minds

The sun shone and only a few hundred feet away dolphins jumped above the surface of the sea they were at. Crimson, Sheila, Hether and Deric had decided they needed a bit of vacation before they would fight the last creatures which were still present in the country, at a small place that officially was more influenced by the Cult than the Province.

"How's that even possible?" the blind man had asked and they all had shrugged their shoulders in response.

That's when they still had been in company with Allen and Fiona. She had said she wanted to return to her old life at college and no one had been against that.

Allen had decided to do the exact opposite: Three days after they had found out what had to be done to throw the Cult completely off of its imaginary throne on earth, the one Celyntra had heard some good news which had been close to the ones Sheila had talked about: Other members of the organization Allen was a part of had told him the Kathrenian universe was only one step away from completely collapsing. From what Allen had explained to the others, tons of buildings in the underworld had already fallen into the crimson cracks and by now almost everything had disappeared into nothingness and therefore had fallen into the absolute darkness which had existed at the fake sky and the edges of the world. But that hadn't been enough for Allen: He wanted to be on a place on earth where other Celyntra were and whom he possibly could help with something if things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to.

"I'll keep the Walkie Talkie to keep you always up to date," he had said and mostly him and Crimson stayed in contact every other day. The others could listen to their conversations if they wanted to, but they were with Crimson anyway, so it didn't make a big difference to listen.

"What do you plan on doing after all this is over?" Sheila asked him when the two of them walked through a park next to the sea.

"I want to meet new people whenever I can," he answered. "I've been isolated for nineteen years of my life and I don't want things to go on like that. All I'm worried is that I can't stay in the Province because of all the memories I have of it. And the people there - they were influenced by the Cult so much that I wouldn't know how to spend some good time with them. That's why I'll move to a different place. That will be my next adventure. Let's see where I as a man without any education can afford to live in an apartment." He laughed, but partly he was sad and that feeling wouldn't leave him that quick. "What about you?"

"I'll probably travel around the world," Sheila said. "I only know the country we grew up in, but there just has to be more to it. I want to find out about new cultures and all that."

"I really wish we could travel together, get those memories of the Cult erased from our minds and..." Crimson didn't even know what to add to that anymore. "Well, I'm talking of a dream that'll never come true. I rather face the facts than pretend something which isn't there is. I need to be realistic to live a happy life."

Sheila nodded. "That's what we all want to live. Most people just don't realize how happy they can be with what they have, I guess. Instead, they complain and sometimes don't even notice that that's not what they need to achieve their goals." She paused. "But you have known that; you've always felt it somewhere at the bottom of your heart. If you want to have something, you have to fight for it to create the luck no one else can ever give to you."

"Create your own luck," Crimson repeated in his way of expressing himself. "I like that line."

Sheila smiled as they went back to the beach where Hether and Deric waited for them with some quite stern faces.

"What's the matter with you two?" Sheila asked.

"Haven't you heard it?" Deric said and worries filled every single of his words. "Allen tried to get in contact with you, too, by using the Walkie Talkies. The other people of the Celyntra who were supposed to help us to kill those last creatures They died and no one can really explain how it happened. There were no creatures, no transcendees, no one who would kill them and they died just like that."