The Prophecy

Curse

"Remind me how you got your powers again?" Rebeka asked as we both walked around the recording studio to pick up on any clues.

"Umm I got caught in an explosion that was a result of the power stone," I replied, picking up a guitar pick engraved with the numbers 666 on the base.

"Were they always strong or did you have to train them?"

"They've always been the same but I did train them, I discovered new ones every year until I was about 17," I nodded, throwing her the guitar pick as she held it in her fingers with furrowed brows.

"Seeing three 6's together is never a good sign," she sighed, putting it in her pocket as she walked off again to the other side of the studio where she picked up a photo frame with a sharp breath, "Y/N/N..."

"What is it?" My brows furrowed, walking over to her and taking the photo frame from her hand, my eyes widening at the clear image of Rebeka and I when we were kids, the both of us in ballet uniforms stood on the tip of our toes.

"God I really was ginger," she decided was her first thought.

"How do they have this, I've never seen this photo before," I exhaled shakily, looking around us as a vinyl began spinning on the record player.

"Do you think the red room have more of these?" Beka asked, slipping the photo out of the frame and putting the picture in the back pocket of my jeans.

"Probably," I answered bluntly with a small nod, lifting the needle off the record and bending down to pick up the disc to read what it was playing.

"What is it?"

"It's ... it's the ballad of the witches road," I replied slowly with furrowed brows, looking back up at her.

"Oh no I'm not performing, that's not what's happening," she shook her head.

"It got us here, I can only assume it's what this whole trial is about," I shrugged, "look around us, we're in a recording studio and we're dressed like John Lennon and Yoko Ono."

"Oh come on," she huffed, rolling her eyes as a backing track began playing from the speakers around the room.

I turned around and picked up a dark stained acoustic guitar, "Wanda's been teaching me, I recon I could play it."

"While you're having a sing along, I'm going to find the exit," she sighed with a shake of her head.

I rolled my eyes and strapped the guitar over my body, adjusting the tune of it just like Wanda taught me. I looked up as Beka attempted to kick in the door we entered through, after the fifth kick, her foot went through the orange wood and straight into a brick wall.

"Fuck," she cursed, pulling the door off its hinges and staring face to face with a brick wall.

"It's a trial Beks, they're not going to let you leave through the door," I remarked.

"This is ridiculous, you're a witch; do something," she huffed, pulling her hair out of her face as she looked for a window.

"It's not going to be that easy, would you just choose an instrument?"

"I don't play any instruments, why would I play an instrument?" She laughed slightly.

"Sing it then," I ordered, nodding toward the microphone.

"No," she shook her head.

"What do you mean, no? I don't care if you don't have pitch perfect voice, just sing the goddamn song so we can get out of this room alive," I sighed almost carelessly until the wall behind Rebeka set alight and her eyes widened.