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Chapter Seven: Prophesy

Recap: He glanced over at me with a frown, "You okay Arie?"

I exhaled loudly and said, "Yeah. It was nothing." How weird. I could have sworn...

But I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about it because we had made it to the museum.

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After Gabe helped me out of the car, we made our way towards the entrance to Mica Town, Michigan's very own Mica Historical and Cultural Museum. I had to say I'd never been here before. Well, no, I'd been to the town before, since it wasn't too far from my own but I had never been inside of the museum.

"So what made you come here, anyways?" I asked Gabriel, and he looked at me bewildered for a moment before recovering and answering a little faster than normal.

"Oh, you know just some school research." I frowned, we had almost all the same classes together... I doubted math and physical education were going to ask him to go to any museum anywhere, let alone one out of town. But then again, I hadn't been to school for a week, so maybe they had assigned something.

I decided not to question it and after paying the entrance fee he led me into the back of the museum, skipping over some interesting items that I would have appreciated looking at. Some had Greek and Roman origins, and I had always been fascinated with Mythology since I was a child.

After Gabe practically dragged me to the place he wanted to show to me, he stopped abruptly.

I gasped, and very nearly ran into him before catching my footing. Ha! I thought, I shall not be a victim to clumsiness!

But then something else made me gasp, because there was an excitingly old looking piece of parchment that had writing carved with gold by the looks of it.

Luckily there was a translation next to it that said,

"To those whom come in search of Power, shield yee's Soul in case of failure. For if yee lose this game of time, it shall not just be a broken body to pay a fine. For Winged and Banished fight over Power forever, only one can stop the pain of this endeavor. The Corrupted of both are never known for only the Grim Successor can make them groan. The Dragomir legacy holds a darkness of heritage, born of love and destined for sorrow. Eternity will she be forced to fight, for within her Voice is the Key of Right."

I stared at the writing, reading it again and again, and I couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"How does this have to do with my family?"

His face fell, as if he was expecting something miraculous to happen as I read the script, but answered me regardless, "Dragomir is an old way of saying Dragonia. It means ‘royalty,’ but when I looked deeper into it there was some side information about old lore that said it meant 'Voice of Souls'."

I frowned, but still couldn't make any sense of it.

"So what do you think it means?" I said to him, still rereading the script.

He sighed deeply, "I’m not sure. I just have a feeling that it has something to do with you. I'm not really sure why, I guess I'm just being weird. I've always loved this type of mystery. I guess I'd be kind of fun if I had one in my own life." He smiled then, as if remembering something from his childhood.

I gazed at him, and decided he was just being silly, but decided to write down the prophesy anyways. Just one more weird occurrence to add to the list of increasingly weird scenarios.

It was then that I saw him. Angry, now, my father walked towards us, and I again noticed everything had stopped except myself and ---Gabe? Why wasn't he frozen?