Child of Prophecy {#Multimedia}

Chapter 5

^^Farrah 

Chapter 5

I'm in a small cabin, bare with only a few pieces of furniture in it. A fire flickers from the fire place where a large cast iron pot hangs.

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself, wondering when my room suddenly turned into a freaking log cabin. The door opens suddenly and I whip around panic setting in as I see two girls walk in. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to tres–the fuck?" They just walk right by me as if I am not even there. Cautiously, I wave my hand in front of them. Nothing. "This is super weird."

"Elizabeth, I beg thou to heed my warning," a pretty girl with dark brown hair and big brown eyes begs to her companion. Her companion is who has me reeling back in shock.

She looks almost exactly like me.

She has the same facial shape and the same blue eyes. The only difference is that she has a mess of curly red hair, instead of blonde. And that she looks to be a few years older than me. But, everything else, right down to the annoying freckle on the tip of my nose, is the same. She is dressed in this weird colonial garb. A drab brown dress, with a white apron, and a white bonnet cover most of her up. The brunette is dressed much the same.

"I shan't. I mustn't, Hope," Me 2.0 replies, before clutching Hope's hand between hers, pleading now. "Doth thou not understand? I wilt not suppress my gifts any longer. It is not the wish of Lunulae that I do so."

"Our Goddess could surely not wish that thou be hanged for witchcraft could He?" Hope spits back. Elizabeth takes her hands away and I realize with a jolt that I have naturally found myself copying her movements, as if my mind is forcing this to be a looking-in-in-the-mirror moment. I force my arms back to my side and watch the scene with increasing curiosity.

"I think it so. If it be the only means of escape, I shalt laugh as the Council lights the fire under mine feet," she responds calmly. Wow, girl has balls. I feel an irrational sense of pride well within me, as if that were actually me.

"Thou art full of many grand ideas, but thou doth not appreciate the reality of the situation," Hope replies sharply. "Doth thou think that if thou art the first tried, thee wilt be the last? I dare say not! If this reverend is able to prove that there be work of magick in this town then those girls wilt never stop! They have Goody Osborne already and once thee hath hanged she will surely follow!"

This is enough to bring Me 2.0 to a halt. "That hath nothing to do with me. The Elders on the Magistrate may choose to prevent that if they wish," Elizabeth responds softly, slowly as if trying to convince herself that it is true.

"Thou doth know that thee speakth falsehoods. The Elders wilt risk nothing to save the Goody's life. So, wilt thou allow innocents to burn next to thee?" Hope challenges, her eyes narrowing and poring into Me 2.0's. I flinch back with her. That girl has a seriously scaring stare.

"What wilt thou have me do?" Elizabeth concedes finally.

"Canst thou not prophesy? Thou hath done it once before," Hope responds, a small smile of triumph playing on her lips.

"How could I find a safe place to do so? Every eye in the town is upon my back," Elizabeth responds.

"Have no fear of the place. I shalt see to it that tho––" Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! I jerk up, my eyes snapping open, the cabin disappearing and being replaced by the familiarity of my temporary room. In my sudden movement, my sketchbook clatters to the ground, my pencil rolling underneath the bed. Standing up quickly, I drag my fingers through my hair and pad over to the door. When I pull it open, I am immediately met with a slap across the face before I am pushed into the room and the door closes behind me.