"WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME ZEKE! ? WHAT AREN'T YOU TELLING ME ? " We are deep in the forest, in a ring of oaks thatI used to go to as a little boy. I looked into her eyes and told her the story of my fight with Lucifer, everything from the fight to get to him, to getting back to the human world.
"Zeke?"
" Yes?"
"When was this?"
"About 130 years ago."
"What!?"
"Yup!"
"Zeke?"
"Yes?"
"How old are you?"
"About 800 years old"
"Zeke?"
"Yes?"
"Who was that prophecy about?"
"From what I just saw,you!"
"And what proof do you have?"
"Shay, do you ever have dreams that have you in them? Do you hear screams, and wicked laughter? Was there the sound of wings and perhaps, fire?"
Shayla stared at me and the collapsed into my shoulder. She sobbed, speaking.
"I started having them when I was little. They felt familiar in a way, like a memory, long gone. I would wake up sweating. When I told my mothet and father about the dreams, they said I would understand when I was older. Then I would storm upstairs to my bedroom, at try to go back to sleep. But every time that I closed my eyes I would see a woman who looks exactly like me. She had one a long white dress. Her hair was longer than mine and she had angel wings. She was standing next to a man with dark brown hair. He was all in black, and had horns and leather wings like a dragon. They would be speaking, but I could not hear them. They both had forest green eyes, just like me. I would start yelling as they gestured to me frantically. Everything would go black and I would fall back asleep. Zeke, what does it mean? What aren't you telling me!?" She screamed.
"Shayla, I should have waited to tell you this. I-I just can't tell younow. If I do, you would hate me,you would never talk to me. And you would try to find your parents."
"Find?" Shayla hissed.
Uh-oh.
"Shayla, listen t-"
Shayla was heating up again,but this time it was worse. Her hair and nails was growing and her eyes were a deep shade of red.I knew I was in trouble, I had hit a sore spot.
"Zeke, I will ask you nicely,and then I will kill you if you don't tell me the truth."
I looked up at her,and regretted it immediately. The hatred in her eyes cut through me like a shard of glass. I knew that her words were true,not just an empty threat. I would have to tell her anyway,threat or not. So I took a deep breath and told her the truth.
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Runaway
General Fiction15 year old twins Shayla and Zayla have grown up in a foster family for as long as they can remember. But when strange things start happening to them, and their little sister disappears, Shayla has to learn the truth, about them and their family.
