Writers Forest[Editing]

•~15~•

Don't trust a
perfect person
And
Don't trust a song that's flawless

Its so quiet.

So quiet, that I'm sure you can hear the cells reproducing in my body.

I walk, ever so slowly to the section of the museum that has the prophecy.

'Third floor, scrolls and tablets dome.' I say over and over in my head.

I run the map through my mind a million times.

'I feel like a spy in a movie.' The thought reminds me of when I was seven. I always wanted to be a spy.

I shake my head when I realize I am distracting myself.

I speed walk up a grand flight of stairs to get to the second floor, followed by a series of twist around and turns around bends and sharp corners.

Eventually I see a sign.

Scrolls And Tablets Dome ->

A sigh of relief escape my lips as I head towards that direction.

As I am running towards the entrance, I halt.

Three guards, sound asleep, on the job.

I laugh quietly. 'This is just too easy.'

I slowly walk around them when I reach the entrance.

I try my best not to laugh at the security guards.

All of them snoring, wheezing and drooling.

I gain focus again and go deeper into the dome. Decorated with ancient Egyptian, Greek, Hebrew and Chinese writing, on the walls, floors, and the cupped roof.

"Wow." I whisper as I breathlessly look around.

Then I start looking at each scroll in the room.

Author said that the prophecy would be in a scroll,

A) because he was the only person to read it since the previous king of the forest,(who died, hundreds of years ago.).

B) the full name of the prophecy is The Scrolled Prophecy of The Writer's Forest.

After what felt like hours, I found it.

A large scroll, made of golden paper, and held together with Acrasia wood, stood there in all its glory.

I look down at its information sign:

Here lies The Scrolled Prophecy Of The Writer's Forest.
This scroll is a mythical object believed to know every occurring event, in the life of the past, future and present Kings of the Writers Forest.

It is believed in the myth that if anyone, besides the rightful king touch this scroll their hand will shrivel off, and within the next month their body will rot from the inside.

I finish reading and begin to panic.  Breathing in and out heavily and beginning to feel light headed.

"What if this was all a mistake and I'm not the rightful king?" I ask myself between breaths.

"But Slater wouldn't be dreading my existence if I wasn't." I whisper to myself.

With a new found determination, I grab the scroll, completely caught off guard by the sirens that begin to sound through out the museum.

The sleepy heads wake up, looking around in confusion.

When they spot me, they begin to run to me, pulling out tasers and pointing them at me.

Knowing I have more control over my abilities, I form chunks rock out of nothing, shooting it towards them, but they dodge them all.

'I need to get out of here.' I breathe to myself.

It still hasn't hit them that I just made rock out of nothing. A determination burns in their eye.

At this point I am desperate, so I shoot flames out of my hands towards them.

Its too late when realization hits them, as they set alight.

They scream out in pain, when the fire is shot over and is now completely frozen.

The lay in the block of ice, eyes turning red as their lungs search for air and find none.

After some time, they go completely still.

I look over the ice to see who froze them.

All I can see is a girls icy white hair.

Just before I can see her face, Author appears next to me from this air, grabs my hand and teleports us back to his house.

"Good job, you were like a ninja. Well, until you set off the alarm." He says over enthusiastically.

I finally blurt out the question that has been on my mind from the time he told me about the scroll.

"Will this scroll tell me when I am going to die?" I ask in a hushed voice. "Do you know when your going to die?" I ask, trying to keep my composure.

He stays silent for some time and when he opens his mouth, I already know the answer.

"Yes, it will. And yes, I do." He states, sadness dripping out of his tone.

"Is that why you didn't die that day?" I ask him.

He nods his head in response.

"When are you going to die?" I ask, and his face scrunches up as he looks at his feet.

"That doesn't matter now, Kevin" He shakes his head."lets find out what is going to happen next.

He says and starts to walk towards his study.

Anger takes over me and I feel like I can't control myself.

"So when exactly were you going to tell me that this scroll was going to tell me my date of death?" I spit.

He stops in his tracks and waits in his spot, not turning around.

"So you just brought me on this fifteen minute road trip, just to find out my dying day." My voice begins to rise in volume as I say this.

"While we are at it, my dad know the people who set up grandmas funeral, let me just call them quickly, and send out save the dates to everyone I know." I shout at him as he just sands there.

"You're insane." I say, venom bleeds out of my tone.

"I should have trusted my gut and stayed with Katy and Mary in DC. I hate all this bull..." I shout as I throw the scroll across the hall and storm of to my room.

I slammed the door to my huge room behind me, sat on the beautifully carpeted floor, and that is where I stayed for the next few days.

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