Dream Catcher

Chapter 1 - Prediction (Part 3)

"By the power that was vested in me at the time
of my incarnation, I, Demitri, spirit of the sand
and of dreams, have seen the future of a man
that will change the face of the land of dreams,
a land that will be doomed to burn under the
hand of a monster." Seth's face crashed from
sheer happiness at the sound that he would
change this dream world, to utter horror when
he heard of the monster.
"There will come a day, a day of light, the day
the saviour will be found that can win the fight.
The battle will be long, and many shall die, but
the world will be saved by this fearless ally. Her
powers are strong, but something is wrong, she
isn't aware of the strength that she holds. But
things will change, as fate takes its course, and
with men by her side, she will be a powerful
force. Star-crossed it seems, by a man in her
dreams, who takes her heart by day and by
night. He shares this love, it flows through his
veins, with blood from the monster that still
here remains. He found the saviour and taught
her to fight, and with her he'll help to do what
is right. The son of the monster will vanquish its
rule, with his love at his side, they will end what
was cruel. Soon the man who will haunt our
dreams, the air filling with blood chilling
screams, will turn from his lighthearted ways.
The man of the future will not save us all, in
truth, he will be our downfall.
"So, my brothers, now you have heard. And I
advise you to live by my word." Demitri's eyes
faded back to gold and the electric blue swirl on
his hand dimmed slightly.
"Done!" chimed Nick, who had been typing out
the prediction on his laptop. He reached up his
hand as if he were a school boy answering a
question, and with a slight shimmer, several
papers curled out of thin air and floated into
Nick's waiting hand. He grabbed them and
brought them down to eye level, giving them all
a quick look-over before throwing them from
his hand, each one settling in front of a
different person in the room. Seth's plastered
itself to his face. He grimaced and rolled his
eyes behind the paper, then grabbed a corner
and peeled it off. He looked at the spilled mug
of liquid in front of him and with a pop, it was
gone. He spread the sheet of paper out on the
table. He looked around at the other men in his
Gathering, who were all similarly studying the
text in front of them. All except Demitri, whose
eyes were glowing red as he studied his
prophecy in his head; and Luke, who was
frantically trying to shake his paper off his right
hand, while sucking on several paper cuts in his
left.
Seth smiled to himself, despite the fact that the
prophecy spoke negatively of him. That was
why he had chosen Luke out of all the dreamers
who auditioned for a seat in the Gathering. In
fact Luke hadn't even auditioned. He had
carelessly stumbled his klutzy way into Seth and
got himself a spot. The poor kid couldn't even
make five steps without tripping over something
or other. But it made for a good laugh.
His mind quickly returned to the text in front of
him. Soon the man who will haunt our dreams, the air
filling with blood chilling screams, will turn from his
lighthearted ways. The man of the future will not save
us all, in truth, he will be our downfall. It was this
line that had him convinced. It sounded too
much like him. He was the most lighthearted
person in the whole Gathering.
"I'm sorry Seth," Nick said suddenly. Seth
looked up at the boy. "I've run all possible
translations and all possible meanings but I
can't find a way that the monster can't be you."
"Are you sure?" Seth almost begged, shocked at
how grave his voice sounded to himself.
"Well..." said Nick. He looked down at his
paper, and his cheeks slightly flushed red in
embarrassment. Seth was hit with shock once
more. What had he overlooked in the prophecy
that made Nick so uncomfortable? His eyes
scanned the lines of text but he still didn't see it.
"What... what is it, Nick?" Seth asked slowly,
stuttering.
"Well... um...," Nick flushed even more red and
he started rubbing the back of his neck
uncomfortably. You could hear his feet shuffle
nervously on the floor below the table.
"It's ok Nick." Seth said suddenly. He didn't
want Nick to be scared. "You can tell me."
"Ok." said Nick, and he took a deep breath.
"Um, the only thing wrong with the whole
prophecy is... um..."
"Yes," said Seth encouragingly.
"Well... if you're the monster," Nick was
avoiding everyone's gaze. Seth froze at the
words, but softly said, "Yes, assuming that."
"Then... then this line here..." Nick ran his
finger under a line of text. " He shares this love, it
flows through his veins, with blood from the monster
that still here remains, would mean that he's... he
is..." Nick stuttered. Suddenly it clicked for Seth.
He finished Nick's sentence. "My son."
Seth stared out in shock. But when Nick looked
up at him, he realized he still hadn't figured out
what was making the poor boy uncomfortable.
But when Nick looked up, a small hint of a
smirk played on the boy's lips and he quickly
looked back down, his face bright red. He
managed to stutter out the words, "Which
means..."
Seth had another sudden revelation, and he
realized where the boy's 15 year old mind had
taken him straight away.
"Which means..." Seth repeated and glared
teasingly at Nick, who was looking up again, but
Seth smiled and then thought about it. But as he
thought, his smile turned to a frown. "Hmmm,
when would I have... no, no I haven't, not since,
no. Wait." And for the third time that night,
Seth had a revelation. "No. No, no, no, no, no,
NO, NO!" yelled Seth. "NO! It couldn't be. No,
that can't be possible, can it?" And he sat at the
head of the Gathering table, panicked and
shocked, while his following frowned at him,
confused.