The silent room was pitch black; so dark, she couldn't identify it's size-even when she squinted. Strange voices violently broke the soothing silence. At least, the silence became soothing when she heard murmurs telling her she wasn't alone. Upon hearing the disturbing sound, she silently whipped herself around to face it.
In the far corner of the room, a single torch glowed dim with an eery glow that barely gave off enough light to see the faint outlines of two unidentifiable figures a fair distance from where the girl stood, still as stone. She swiftly knelt on the ground, sinking behind a large, wooden barrel in attempt to make herself as invisible as possible. Down here, she noted, a strong, stale, musty stench lay thick in the air.
She abandoned her thoughts, despite her uncomfortable situation as the unforgettable voices became clearer, "How long will we continue to wait for the child's arrival? That is, if he or she comes at all. I fear we can't make it much longer, we are weak and suffering. If the prophecy is a lie, what will become of us? There's not much left in us, Sky." The words intrigued her, but the use of 'us' and 'we' left her to question- How many of 'them' are there?
She shifted her eyes to a different area of the room-that she had previously overlooked-because she thought she saw movement, but it was too dark to tell by that point.
She then focused her attention back to the conversation as the other figure, Sky perhaps, responded with clever words after a moment of pondering, "I don't believe so, Star. Not much longer, and the time will come, you'll see. The prophecy won't forsake us. The chosen one will come, when the time is right. Have faith in Talius, my young one."
"I hope you're not mistaken, Sky."
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Kris' World
FantasyAfter some tragic events, Kristen (Kris) and her younger sister, Melanie, ran from life threatening circumstances and soon stumbled across a portal that led them to a world where kids in need had found shelter for centuries. A place of a boy's creat...
