The Horizon Strangers

The Prophecy Unveiled.

Zevran POV

My anger simmered beneath the surface as I marched through the dark corridors leading to the secret chamber. 

The weight of my thoughts was unbearable. Samantha....this human.....had invaded my mind in a way no one ever had. Why her? 

How could she, a mere Earthling, affect me to the point that I couldn't even enjoy the touch of Lyara? 

My frustration with Lyara earlier had been obvious; she'd felt it, too. 

We had always shared intense, fiery moments, but today was different.

Today, Samantha's presence lingered in my mind, distracting me from everything, clouding my thoughts.

I approached the ancient, ornate doors of the secret room. They stood before me like towering, silent guardians. This room was where the elders kept their knowledge, their mysteries—the answers I now sought. 

I pushed the doors open with a force that echoed in the mist-filled chamber, the darkness swallowing me as I stepped inside. 

The thick, swirling mist enveloped me, shadows dancing along the stone walls as I made my way forward. 

The eerie silence was only broken by the soft whispers of the elders, whose presence I could sense even before I saw them.

"General Zevran," a voice, ancient and soft as the wind, called out. It was the High Elder, the one who knew the most of our ancient prophecies and the secrets of Virelia. 

"You seek answers," the elder continued, though he had not even laid eyes on me yet.

I stepped into the center of the room, glaring through the fog as the shapes of the elders emerged, seated in their high-backed stone chairs, their glowing eyes fixated on me. 

They were old, far older than me, their power and wisdom evident in the way the air hummed around them.

"Yes, I seek answers," I growled. "Who is this human, Samantha Carter? Why has she invaded my mind?"

The High Elder leaned forward, his pale eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "You speak of the one whose presence disrupts even your control, General?"

I gritted my teeth. 

"Yes. She haunts me, and now my own Commander, Matthews, has gone rogue because of her. There must be something more to this."

The elders exchanged glances, their silent communication unsettling. After a moment, the High Elder stood and approached a large, stone pedestal in the center of the room. 

He waved his hand over it, and the pedestal began to glow, illuminating the room with an ethereal light. 

Slowly, images began to form in the mist—visions from ancient times, prophecies passed down for generations.

"Long ago, before our time here," the elder began, "there was a prophecy. It spoke of a human, a being not of our race but one connected to the energy of the universe in a way that none other could be. A human whose presence would either bring salvation or destruction to Virelia. This human would have the power to either unite or destroy both our worlds."

The vision shifted, and I saw a red-haired figure standing at the center of a great storm, her eyes glowing with a fierce power, winds and energy swirling around her as chaos erupted.

I took a step forward, my fists clenched. "You mean to tell me that Samantha is this human? That she is part of some prophecy?"

The High Elder nodded solemnly.