Chapter 8. The beholder.

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As me and Blake sat down reading it...

 

 

I caught something.. It said who ever is the owner of the ring has the power to save everyone from whatever that monster was. I also seen some recent scrolls, and had read it but couldn't make out a few things. It was hebrew or something.. I didn't understand it all. So I asked Martha.

Me:" Martha? What does this mean, I can't understand it."

Martha: " Oh lemme see." As I handed it to her. 

Me: " So any ideas?"

Martha: " Hmm.. No clue. Ask Blake, he might know."

Me:" Thanks anyways."

Martha: "Yup."

As I was trying to look for blake, he was reading the book like it's his own life. 

Me: " Hey Blake, darling. What does this mean? I can't understand." I handed him the scrolls.

Blake:"  WHAT?! IT CAN'T BE." He yelled.

Me:" What is it?"

Blake: " It's saying, that the monster is coming, within...1 more year. So next year of April."

Me:" What?!" O.O I said panicking.

"You mean to tell me... IT'S SOON?!"

Blake: " Yes, but before the monsters come, theres a huge war. But I don't know when.."

Me: " Well this is great."

Blake: " Right?"

Me: " Who's the barer of the ring of Isaac?"

Blake: " Come here. Read this, and look at the picture." 

Me:" That lady looks a lot, alike me.. O.o,  and one more thing...why must it say the next generation of 2 decendants?! Does that mean.."

Blake: " Yes. You're the beholder of the ring." He said interrupting me. 

Me: " Well then. I should of seen that coming."

Blake: " Don't worry, you'll do great. Plus you have to fight the monster of course you have to have the ring. You're specail." 

Me: " Yeah, could you not say that? I mean... God.. I'm terrified right now."

Blake: " Ahhh, it's fine. As long as I'm by your side."

Me:" Wait you mean to tell me, that I can't do anythign without you? Because I'm pretty sure I can. If I can get the book about the ring or whatever I can do anything."

Blake: "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." He smiled.

Me: "PFFT, please.  Well.. Imma go out with Martha, wanna come?! Yes or no."

Blake: "Sure why not, I could really leave this plce and go for a break right now."

Me: " Great, lets go." I smiled. 

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