"Wattpad Featured Author presents: 'One of Us Will Die (Who's Next?)'
In this gripping mystery/thriller novel, Damien and Bethy's love story transcends time, fueled by faith and bound together by fate. But their destiny is entwined in a sinister gam...
I kept having flashes of the past, where I saw images and scenes that were had to explain, but I knew that if i wanted answers, then the only person who could provide me with them is Austin.
That's why I'm currently standing here right now, in front of the mango tree located at the back of the boy's dormitory.
A place where people rearly visited.
I was currently waiting for Austin, I sent him a text message requesting for him to meet me by 2:00pm, and it was currently 1:55pm.
I couldn't wait
I needed answers cause I was running mad.
A few minutes later, I heard the crunches of leaves against his shoes and felt his looming shadow behind my back.
"Well, you were certainly early prescelto." He said.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait." I said, not being able to look him in the eyes.
"It's quite alright, you have questions, don't you?" He asked with a sigh as he noticed my stiff posture.
"Yes." I meekly replied.
"Come on, sit beside me." He said as he settled onto a flat, smooth surface.
I sat beside him as I looked up to the sky, preparing the words that were about to leave my mouth.
"So I'm bethy?" I asked gently.
I could feel him staring at me, but I didn't have the courage to look back at him.
"Yes, prescelto." He answered gently.
"But all this still feels so surreal to me." I whispered while feeling a heavy weight on my chest as the memories of the past kept flooding my head.
"It's been 99 years prescelto, I've waited for you for that long." He said.
"How did I die?" I questioned in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
"The game." He replied. His response caught my breath in my throat
He continued by saying. "Your mother gave you the spell book back then to end the game, but unfortunately, something went wrong, and instead of you ending the game, the game ended you." He said while taking a brief pause, he continued by saying.
"Gosh, prescelto, it was so hard to stand by and watch you die while not being able to do a single God damn thing," He said, devastation clearly laced in his tone.
I reached out to gently hold his arm as a comforting gesture, and I felt him instantly relax beneath my touch.
"It's okay. You couldn't do anything back then, but the game is still on, and we're going to have to end it, or the past would repeat itself." I said.
"Why do you call me prescelto?" I found myself asking.
A small smile graced his lips as he replied by saying.
"Because it means the chosen one and the prophecy said that only the chosen one could end the game."
"Do you remember the words that Elijah once said when he was possessed?" He questioned.
My brows ceased in confusion at his words as I tried recalling elijah's exact words.
"You mean when Elijah said ('he who starts it must end it, for there is no way to suffice the deep hunger within me, Friend or foe shall not survive, the prophecy shall be proven wrong by me, I rule dominate and control.') ?" I asked.
"Yes, those exact words are demonic because back then, elijah wasn't the one speaking, instead the game was, we all found out back in 1931 that you were the chosen one which meant you had to be the one to end it." He explained.
"And what did Elijah mean by saying 'Friend or foe shall not survive?' " I questioned.
"Well he said that because the game always ended up killing people, it doesn't care if you're friends or enemies, as long as you've started playing then you're most likely going to end up dead." He elaborated.
"Wow." I said, trying to wrap my head around all the new information that was flooded my way.
"Max and Enouch.." I started off.
"So max and enouch are both people from the past who have also witnessed what the game has done to us all?" I asked.
"Yes, Enouch is actually my brother Charles, but unfortunately the game killed him back then, and just like you and I, he never fully died because the game was still living, and the prophecy said we all had to help you end it." He said.
"We still do." He said dejectedly.
"So you're telling me that I am bethy from 99 years ago, you're Damien, Enoch is Charles and Someone amongst our group is actually the demon who is controlling all this?" I asked one last time.
"Yes, that's pretty much it for now. You still have a lot to find out, amara but not right now, you'll know as the story unfolds itself" He replied.
"Who do you think is the demon amongst us?" I asked.
I couldn't think of anyone who could do such a thing.
Killing so mercilessly and being so bloodthirsty weren't traits of a human.
"For now, I'm not sure who it is, which is why you can only trust Enouch, Max, and I."
He said, and I replied simply with a nod.
"Come here amara"
He said as he opened his arms for me, and I waisted no time in enveloping myself in his embrace.
"Stay strong for me, amara. we still have a long way to go." He whispered gently as the afternoon carried the whispers of our words, and the sun experienced our unwavering determination for one another.
At this point, I knew we were in for something big.
A/N This chapter is dedicated to my dearest friend (Nimattulah) for being able to come up with her theories even before I revealed anything. (Sis, you're really smart. You were able to figure out almost everything on your own💕😚)
Thanks for reading.
At this point sha, if you aren't following me then you're doing it on purpose.
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