The Carter Chronicles: World of Adventures

Chapter 3: Absolute Prophecy

"LET ME START the ceremony by calling my daughters, Ina and Tin!" Cassandra called. Two women appeared beside Cassandra. One wore a long purple gown. She had a sharp, regal face and looked like a contestant of Miss USA. She was strikingly gorgeous, with perfect eyebrows and almond eyes. The other was wearing an elegant white dress. She's simple, chubbier than the other but still thin. She was more natural and had no blemishes, pimples, moles, whatever. "They will aid me especially with our first segment, prophecy-telling."

John tapped Austin on the shoulder. "Ina's the one with the white dress. She's the island's main nurse. Now the other one's Tin. She an all-around here: a nurse, a guidance counselor, a prophetess, and more. Older teens are falling head over heels for her. They're descendants of Barlen and their mother is a descendant of Megaria."

"O, GREAT SEER, I CALL UPON YOU! COME TO ME, I AM YOUR VISIONARY!" shouted Cassandra. Her eyes turned pearly white and glowed. She instantly had a green aura surrounding her. Every arm movement, she executed creepily with grace. She opened her mouth and orange fog came out. It clouded the vision of most of them. Suddenly, a raspy and rough voice reached out to them.

"World's fate shall fall in the hands of three;

Curse of Fantada must come upon thee;

Traitors shall cause all fatality,

Just side fighting immortality;

Failed promise will close five phases,

And all shall search for the chest of traces."

Everyone was listening to every word the Visionary was uttering. No one was laughing, nor smiling. All of them had grim faces, trying to decipher and understand what the Seer was telling them. There was a long pause, but the fog did not disappear yet. The raspy voice came at them once again, this time another prophecy.

"The curse shall start with the warriors lost

Whom you shall find whatever the cost;

A war will tempest the land of life;

You will triumph but conclude with strife;

Peace shall be broken, blood to be shed,

And you shall return after the day of the dead."

The crowd started murmuring among themselves. The prophecy was not something good and pleasant. It was not the usual "Rainstorms coming along this week! The taboo word 'death' you shall not speak!" It was a baneful and significant prophecy. The orange mist began vanishing, so was Cassandra's green aura. Her eyes went back to normal; her body surged forward as if she was choking. She was back, and by the expression on her face the prophecy was really bad.

"The Absolute Proph—" her voice was drowned out by the clopping of horses, two of which entered the coliseum. One was brown and looked that if it were a person, it would be an extremely judgmental military officer. The other was as dark as night but looked tame but carefree. Both of them had wide wings.

"I bring grave news," the man atop the brown pegasus said.

"Everyone, this is Larry Nelson. Yesterday, he traveled to Fantada to see what happened to the warriors we sent there. They were gone for two weeks, without a message." Cassandra explained.