The Followers Of The Prophecy

Soldiers

I sat on a boat in the middle of an ocean. Venus in front of me, sitting, gazing at the night. It was filled with stars, so close to each other. They could hear each other's secrets. Know everything their neighbor knew. So close, they appeared as one. If one moved just a bit, it would create a domino effect of shooting stars, falling out of the sky. Crashing on us, on the world as we know it. I'd see them exploding, detaining the world of what was, making it nothing. It wouldn't be worth it, it's not worth sitting here in silence, staring at millions and trillions of dots that will fall and destroy us all. Yet, she gazed. Her chin up high, and her thoughts even higher. Higher than the stars, higher than the gods. Higher than whatever lies beyond the sky, the moons and the suns. What did she think of? Whatever was she contemplating on this beautiful night? A night I haven't seen before in the history of me, something special and unique. She contemplated the silence of the air, and the smell of the water that rocked our small boat up and down with the shushing sounds of the baby waves. The sight of nothingness beyond our position, the middle of the ocean. The middle of what could be nowhere, but I just knew wasn't.

"What are we doing?" I asked her, trying to delve myself into her bright yellow eyes. Those deep, swollen eyes that could not handle any more minutes of crying.

"We are celebrating our freedom. The life we had before, and the life we have now." Her chin lowered, and she looked at me, turning her head only in right angles, "Look at that. Remember when that didn't exist?" she pointed at the stars

"It did, it always did. Venus, what's going on? What are we celebrating?" I worried. She was much calmer than her usual self.

"Life, Ceceir," her voice became deeper, multiplying in tones and depth.

"Where are our friends?" I panicked.

"You know where they are. Up there." She pointed at the sky, where billions of stars were united in harmony. Her voice sounded like that of a terrible nightmare, "Why do you think there are so many of them?"

She wouldn't turn her head from the stars, "Venus, did the war end? Is everybody dead?"

"Except us," she grinned brightly, "Smiles and the king killed them all. Now, there they are, all together like good friends."

"We should head to land. I can't handle this, there's got to be beings out there. We can't possibly be the only ones."

"Oh there are beings out there, Ceceir," she finally turned her head to me, her eyes were demonic red, and she had fangs, "But I don't think you'll know us anymore."

I screamed, "Venus, get away from me! Stop!" I reached the end of the small boat, "Venus, please! For the love of the gods."

"What gods? They're all dead too. We are all a part of him, we are all up there. The only one missing is you," she smiled again, chasing me, making me hop off the boat.

I tried to swim away, but the more I swam, the slower I went. I moved my legs as quickly as I could, yet I moved mere centimeters. I peeked back to look at her, and her jaw had extended all the way to her hairline, making her mouth wide and deep. Rows upon rows of knife sharp fangs and teeth. Her eyes were the hollow pit of a black hole, with small red dots in the center, far away. She neared me, and even if I swam, it wasn't enough. All her teeth showed as she opened her jaw and took a glorious bite of my leg. My screams woke up the stars themselves. She couldn't control herself, and I couldn't control anything anymore. I held onto her branches and chin, trying to not let myself in. The stars fell quickly, and the catastrophic crashes of ending life boomed in my ears as I neared her mouth.