The Prophecy

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Authors Note: Hey guys! This one is based off the writing prompt above, it is not exact but it has the basic premise. I hope you enjoy this story! With no further adieu, let's dive in!

The guards grabbed each of her arms roughly, dragging her out of the alleyway they cornered her in. They hoisted her comatose body into the back of the waiting van.

When Juile came to, she tried moving her limbs only to find them strapped down to the chair she was in, the leather restraints holding down her arms and legs.

"Aw, what a pitiful sight to see, the great and noble hero getting captured by the very person they were told to capture themselves. Quite ironic isn't it?" He said, stepping out from the suffocating darkness that enclosed around them, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

"Why are you doing this Jacob!? We used to be friends!" She hissed at him through gritted teeth. "Used to be." He spat back at her, with venom dripping in his tone. Then suddenly He smirked again, his change in attitude unnerved her. "You know, if it wasn't for that pesky prophecy that said if you die then I die, then we would already be throwing your body in a ditch right now." He said, while smiling like a madman. 

Juile felt her stomach drop at his statement, she couldn't have predicted things would get this out of control. What's worse is that she had no angle to use to her advantage in this situation, she was trapped, with or without the restraints. One of the guards handed Jacob a metal device. 

The metal collar latched in place on her throat with a click. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, Juile." He said, patting her on the head. Meanwhile, Juile's mind was reeling, trying desperately to predict what would happen to her.

She knew this for sure however, it was going to be hell.


Authors Note: What do you guys think of this one? I am proud of this but let me know your feedback! 

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