Allow me to introduce myself. I am the prophet of your future and your fate. Time is ticking and the blood is drying. This is the world after yours. My prophecy. Those of you who seek novelty will find yourselves lost in the cozy and disturbing rabb...
Pandora. She was so close yet so far away. Of all of our new friends, she seemed to be the most mysterious. There must have been a reason she couldn't talk but why?? I had to know. Who was Echo? What was in store for us?
Three days had passed since the events at Iniko. In that time, we managed to get to the edge of some dingy village that Gadi said was the location of the next fated encounter. Two encounters, in fact.
The surrounding cold desert was littered sparsely with dead trees. Cracks patterned the pale ghostly ground beneath. The white below wasn't snow but rather it was a deadened Earth. A lifeless mountain towered in the distance. The village stood alone, in absolute desolation.
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Pandora said, "This fated encounter is important. You need to pay attention here."
I asked, "Why? What is it? This place looks like shit."
Pandora's face grew enraged.
Children snuck up from behind her, approached me, and asked, "Hey mister, are you Guhya?? Hey guys! Come look! I think it's Guhya!!"
Chills came over me. I answered, "Yeah, what's it to you? How do you know me??"
A group of children surrounded us, saying things like,
"Oh! It's really him!"
"The hero has arrived!!"
"Nah, I don't believe it yet. This guy seems scummy."
I reacted to the last one, "Hey now! What the fuck is your problem kid?? You don't even know me."
Another kid said, "Hurry, go get Father Zohar, before he runs away!" Then the kid pushed down the one who insulted me.
In a sudden guilt, I intervened, "Okay! That's enough. Stop this bullshit. Don't go attacking each other over silly stuff like this. Plus, the kid's spot on. I am kind of scummy." My tone lifted into a humorous charm, "It is also true that I am, THE CHOSEN ONE, Guhya, your hero."
Unexpectedly, they marveled at me rather than laughing, even though it was a joke. As the guilt and shame intensified, I had to clarify, "I am indeed Guhya, but not so sure about being a chosen one. Come on, don't take me so seriously, it was a joke."
They just stared, confused.
An angelic dark handsome man calmly approached us. He had a short spikey afro that looked white like a cloud. He said, "Welcome to the village of Azazeli. My name is Zohar. I believe you may be, Guhya. Are my presumptions correct?"
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