The Prophecy -On Hold-

Chapter 9

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Picture on the side is the temple of Ammon ( Sagrada Família in Barcelona)------------>

Zoes POV

Everything around me is dark and reminds me of my dream / vision of the shadow. A shiver runs through me, and I rub my shivering arms, when I hear a male voice behind me >> Good to see you again Zoe! << The shadow it is not because the voice does not spread fear and terror but a feeling of freedom and knowledge.

Slowly I turn around and freeze. In front of me is probably one of the most beautiful men in the world. He is at least 6'6 tall with a skin in the color of dark chocolate. He has close-cropped black hair, full lips, a prominent chin and a body worth of worship.

But the most striking are his expressive and knowing golden eyes which are surrounded by long, curved black lashes. He wears tight black leather pants hanging low on his hips and his upper body is uncovered. That however directs my eyes on his packed with muscles chest and his belly.

My mouth drops down, and I hear it hit the ground. The man begins to laugh and slowly comes closer. He shakes his head >> Zoe, Zoe, Zoe. You look like you've just seen a God! << Grinning he stands before me and shuts my mouth, his finger under my chin, with an audible popping sound.

With this small touch little sparks shoot in my brain which is not an unpleasant or even painful feeling, but rather warm and tingly. Suddenly my head registered his words. >> God ...?! << I whisper, eyes wide. >> Finally, this penny has dropped. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ammon. Lord of the skies, the mind and the intelligence. <<

At the end he makes an exaggerated bow. Surprised I look at him >> So it worked? << >> Of course, it worked! It's not like I would always show my proteges the cold shoulder. I just seldom appear to them in person, but rather i send a warm chill of wisdom. Only a select few people get to see me in my true form. But enough of that. You are here because you need my advice, right? So spill the beans.<<

I do not even know what to think. My poor little human brain is simply overwhelmed with the fact that this wonderful man is the God of Wisdom. Besides, I've always thought Ammon was an old man with hinning hair and a long white beard with a visual aid on his crooked nose. But he is so young that it throws me completely out of concept.

After an eternity I bring out >> Excuse me, but could you please make it maybe a little brighter? << I indicate with my arms at the darkness around us. Frowning, Ammons imposing figure looks down on me >> Are you afraid of the dark? << >> Normally, no. But this place is pretty Close to the darkness of my nightmare and I would feel more comfortable if it were not so black. Can you make it lighter or not? <<

Indignant Ammon blows out his cheeks >> Of course I can! I am a god! For me this is trifle. << Hardly he has finished speaking, we are no longer in the blackness, but in a white infinity. I exhale audibly and look around briefly. >> Much better! Thanks Ammon. << He winks mischievously at me >> Anything for you my little one. <<