That Which Cannot Be Explained

Chapter 3: The Study Room for Studying

THE EARTH CONTINUED TO SHAKE like a spoiled brat shakes the table ruining a perfectly good board game because he was desperately losing. The young fellow was finally coming to come to. His eyes could barely open until they could fully open. He found himself to be amidst a pile of rubble and looking all about himself he saw a terrible tragedy. Dozens of kind folk were scattered across the area covered in debris and broken-down buildings. They were not alive, but dead and deceased. Dark clouds began to darken getting cloudier and darker. The young fellow was horrified with a heavy headache. He could feel a giant bump on the back of his head looking around once more he noticed a familiar figure.

The young fellow quickly ran over to a fallen over door and lifted it up like if he was opening it. He discovered underneath it to be who he already knew it to be.

"Fair maiden!"

But at the sound of these spoken words, the eyes of that fine fair maiden lost their glitter. She smiled no more for she was no more. The fair maiden was dead.

"And I never knew her name," said the young fellow as he let go of the door which slammed upon the corpse of the fair maiden.

The young fellow knew not of what to do or where to go. But suddenly, the earth shook greater than before. A nearby tree fell upon the young fellow's head and knocked him out cold.

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The young fellow woke up screaming. He found himself to be seated in an uncomfortable chair in a dark and cold room. This room was warmed and lit only by silent crackles of a fireplace. This room appeared to be one used for studying. Upon looking up, the young fellow saw a sign labeled: "Study Room for Studying". And upon looking down, the young fellow was startled to find that he was not alone. Across from him on a more comfortable looking seat was a hooded figure. He had curly long hair that covered the right side of his face. And as the figure opened his mouth to speak, you could see his sharp silver teeth. And he said in a monotone voice,

"Hello, my friend."

"Friend!? Who are you? Where am I? There are many questions I have; I assume you will answer. So, I will just shut up. But, what in the paper cut wound is going on?"

The hooded figure chuckled, and the young fellow mockingly joined in. "Just tell me."

"A thing of greatness is at foot." The young fellow looked at his foot. "Yes, such a thing quite unimaginable. But who am I for you to not believe? Who, indeed? Not true, for what am I is the better question for you to ponder. What I am is this: I am a prophet."

"A what?"

"A deliverer of truth untold, unseen. Here in this very room for studying. I do just that. I study events of the unforeseeable soon to be. And nothing has ever been unseen of that which I have not seen 'til now seeing."

"Which is?"

"That which cannot be explained."

"Well, if you don't know what it is—"

"No, you fool! That is just it! It cannot be explained. For it is a mystery long waited for. Many things are upon us that have never been before."

"What speak you of to me?"

"You know, it is very difficult to foresee the events unseen when you don't know what you're looking for, and you can't see them. But I have waited so many years for a sign."

The hooded prophet reached out his arm to his left and pulled out a worn-out book out of thin air. The young fellow could not believe his ears when his mouth said, "Wow" at the sight of his eyes. A waist-high book cabinet appeared itself just after the hooded prophet retrieved his worn-out book.