MYSTIC WORLD

Prophesy.

Micheal and I went straight to Anna Garrett house. She had left the house to gather her coven to meet Moloch.

Micheal brought out the book that was passed down to Anna from her ancestors. Anna had no idea that Micheal knew about the book.

We took the book and went to the house of prophecy and to the wall where the prophecy was written and read for ourselves what the witches had discovered earlier.

"I am your Receivers?" Michael said, glanced at me and back to the wall. I moved closer to the wall and turned to Michael with surprise continence. "It not a coincidence then, that I was there that night of your arrival, isn't it?" We both exchanged looks. "We need time to figure all these out, and we cannot be disturb."

He was right about that. We do need time.

We needed time to ourselves, without any uninvited guest coming into the place. What we just discovered changes everything. Michael has been telling me there's no such thing as coincidence. I don't want to believe it even thou I was the one who told him first; it will be easier for me if it wasn't true, but with these writing on the wall, which I knew the witches won't be stupid enough to wanted to kill me if it wasn't true — changes everything.

"I will handle it." I moved towards the door and made some incantation to sealed the house. Not the entire building, but only the room we were, so that no one would be able to come in. — Not even a witch can penetrate those doors.

We sat on the floor and opened Garrett family book.

So much history.

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"You built your haunt on that land Michael!"

Michael glanced at me and open another page. "I never knew why I was drawn to that place as a child. I only knew, I always felt safe there.
   Abigail, this is more than just you killing your queen and running. You're meant to be here... Look, " Michael got up and pointed to the place where they described my arrival on the wall. "You are the Doom and the Salvation."

I rose up, looked behind me: the wall appeared to be empty but there was something written on it. "It must be cloaked..."

"What is?"

"Micheal, come closer." He moved closer. "Can you see this?" I pointed at the wall.

"I don't see anything," wiggling his head

"Hm, I thought so." I tilted my head. "This is cloaked."

The wall has been cloaked with magical spell because of the secret that was written on it.

"Cloaked? I don't understand," with questioning gaze.

"Move back will you." I placed my palm on the wall and made an incantation to uncloak the writing. "Recognosce mihi quod latebat oculis videre." Silver light began to shun on the wall and unveil the words written on the it.

Micheal moved closer, tilted his head wondering because he could not read the language. "What language is this?"

I looked closer to the writing. It's my language." Glanced at Micheal, surprised.

He turned his face to me, blinking confused. "How is that possible?"

"I recognize this handwriting too." With surprise tome, I breathed out the sentence, "This is impossible." With a deep breath and confused countenance.

Micheal looked at me wondering, "Who's handwriting is this?" He questioned.

" It can't be." Shaking my head in confusion. "This is my handwriting."

His face was widened in surprise. "How is that possible. This thing has been here for over 2000 years. I know you are old, but you can't be that old."

"No am not." I turned my back to the wall and faced Michael. "My family lineage has the same handwriting: my mother, my grandmother and all of my ancestors carry the same handwriting. Am not the one who wrote this, but I believe my ancestors do."

Micheal scoffed. "Great!" With an unsure smile. "This is just getting better and better." Fold his hands against his chest. "What does it say?"

I turned back to the wall and began to read. "In the time of pure darkness, the daughter of the earth shall possess her possession and return to the motherland, SALAM. In a time when her true receiver prepares for her arrival, the daughter of the earth shall return and free her children from the rule of the dark witches and their dark lords. Together, they will take the world, and true light shall shine. SALAM shall live again. And only She and her Receiver shall see the unseen that is written on this wall."

We turned to each other and said in unison. "Us!"

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