“Get up the both of you. The battle has been won, you are both free to escape” the warden said, one afternoon.
“Thank you John, I can finally get back to my family” Gregory said. As they were going out of prison the warden asked John about the great divide. Gregory was greeted by his family, and they have left to their small cottage on the river side.
“Hey, you were talking about a great divide. What is that?” the warden asked.
“Well, in two hundred years time, America will be divided into two factions, men from the north and men from the south. The northern states shall be the union, and the southern states shall be the confederates” John answered.
“How will we all know when this time begins?” the warden asked.
“That time shall come when a tall brave man becomes the president of the united states. He will oppose slavery and the war shall begin” John answered, pretending to be a mystic and everything.
“What will happen on those times?” the warden asked.
“There will be great violence. There will be turmoil on both sides, no quarters, no mercy. There will be large amounts of deaths on both sides” John said.
“Thank you for warning us great one” said the warden. As John went out of the prison he was swarmed by the people. All of them were asking him what the future lies to their descendants. John then told them all to be quiet. He stood on a barrel, and proclaimed.
“Everyone, do not ask what the future is in store for you or your family. The future is how you write it” John said.
“Then what is your message for us?” the people asked.
“Do not fear, these witch hunts shall soon be over!” John said powerfully.
“When?” the people again asked.
“These trials and execution shall be over on May of 1693” John answered.
“Oh great one, show us wonders from the future” one of the villagers said, with awe in his face.
“Be amazed, for I can trap people’s dead souls inside my necromonicon” John said, as he started to scare the people.
“Why are you doing this to poor harmless people?” said the peasants.
“He is indeed a witch!” said the others.
“In fact, I am not a witch, rather I am the police. I am the iron hand of the law” John said, as he convinces the people of his elevated status, which doesn’t exist.
“Ah police? How do you punish the witches great one so that we may write it down in our chronicles.” everyone wondered.
“Calm down everybody. In my time, there are no more witches. But, I wish to ask your favors. If you tell anybody about what I am about to show you, or even write about it, I shall track your soul from the future and trap you inside my necromonicon. Forget that I ever showed up. Forget me. Forget everything I have shown you” John said as he tried to scare the people.
“Eh Gad! Oh great one, spare our souls” the peasants replied.
John then turned around and started giggling because he was fooling everybody. Suddenly a child comes closer to John, tugging on his clothes.
