Lost Story: The Coming - Part One {Completed}

Chapter Thirteen: The Prophecy

"W-what, sir?" Bullheit stammered, his whole body shaking, fear in his eyes. He took a step back. "I-I am being fired? I-I am being replaced?"

Zorac let out a chuckle. "I am kidding, Bullheit," he stated, looking down at his commander. "Once in a while when I am in a bad mood, I will joke around with the first person I see, so I feel a little better. That happens to be you, Bullheit. You were the first person I saw. I just needed a good laugh, and your expression was hilarious."

The commander started to shudder. He was beginning to feel cold. He wrapped both arms around his body to keep himself warm.

"Why am I feeling so cold?" he mumbled to himself. He was just fine earlier. What was making him so cold? Did the room suddenly turn into an ice skating rink?

Or was it his master's words that were so cold?

"Bullheit, I summoned you here for a reason," Zorac said. "This is Senlie." He pointed to the person next to him.

"He has told me of the 'prophecy,' which I do not believe at all."

"Is that why you are upset, Lord Zorac? 'Cause of some dumb prophecy?"

The commander dared to ask his boss that question. Zorac's number one rule was plain and simple.

No one questions Lord Zorac.

However, his lord did not mind Bullheit questioning him. Instead, he smiled.

"So, you also think that this prophecy is just another waste of my time?" he asked his commander. "Is that what you are telling me?"

Bullheit hesitated before he answered.

"Y-yes, sir!" he exclaimed. "Of course!"

Zorac turned to Senlie. "Tell him what you told me," he demanded.

"Gladly," Senlie replied. He clapped his hands twice and disappeared. Bullheit was suddenly startled by what happened to Senlie.

"Where did he go?" Bullheit whispered to himself. "Oh!"

Bullheit jumped back at the sight of Senlie, who was floating in front of him, his long, white coat swaying back and forth above the floor.

"It is time for me to tell you the prophecy," Senlie stated.