Cold War.

Chapter 7: Prophetic Words

" Mmhmm. "

Eddie nodded her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again.
What can I say that doesn't sound idiotic?

Frustrated, she kicked the dust on the ground. She quickly composed herself.

All the while, the man was watching her.

" Are you suggesting that I, Edwina, am a "magician" ? "

Eddie glared at him.

It's one thing when a teenager doesn't know who they are, and another to label them as something that they are not, she thought.

The man smirked. " Precisely, " he answered.

Unexpectedly, he hopped from the pedestal, on which he stood, and stood before her, but, not inside the wall.

" You see, I was once told a prophecy by an old rickety storyteller when I was young. I had asked him his favourite story. He replied and said that his favourite wasn't a fairytale, but a story of legend, as legends hold simple truths. "

He paused. Probably to add emphasis on this... stuff, Eddie thought.

" A tale of a pair of twins, a black daughter and a white son, born of two races, that will rid the world of corruption and unite it. "

Eddie nodded again. Wow, she thought.

" Okay, " she began. " To be totally honest, I don't believe you. All this talk of magic, prophecies it's like you came straight out of a fantasy novel. And that hints to me that you are not completely up here. "

Eddie tapped her skull.

The man chuckled.

" Like this strong wall that separates us, your ignorance will separate you from the truth. "

He took a step forward, toward the wall. Toward Eddie.

Suddenly, Eddie felt nervous.

" Wait. Who are you? I'd forgotten ask. "

She could hear the strain in her voice.

" Ah yes. That slipped my mind. I can't believe I didn't introduce myself. I am... Edvard Morozov. "

. . .

Eddie's fingers felt as if they were being constantly pricked by the cold. Since she left that massive room, she realized that it was the only place with decent heating.

Edvard had ordered her to be taken to her "chambers". She was soon shackled, and led by a chain to her "chambers", by his darker subordinates men.

She could only see stone, and the whole place smelt damp.

They were climbing a staircase that wound like a piece of string around a finger. Her heeled boots made an irritating clacking sound against the rocks.

They arrived at a heavy wooden door, held by large metal clasps. One of the men produced a silver key and unlocked the door.

Her "chambers" was a small room, with something like a futon on the floor, in the corner of the room. The walls and the floor were stone. There was a barred holehigh in the wall, which seemed to carry out the function of ventilation.

Eddie was placed daintily in the futon as if she was the world's finest china. Immediately, the door was closed and locked, with a clank.

Eddie stretched herself and stood. She pulled off her knee-length heels, with immense effort. It was definitely the wrong day to wear these.

Her bare feet curled on top of the cold stone floor. She walked towards the window.

Suddenly, Eddie heard the distinctive clank of the lock. The door was swung open, revealing Edvard, dangling a pair of black Converse between his fingers. He stared at Eddie's bare feet and grinned.

He threw them into the centre of the room.

"Put these on, "magician". You're gonna need them in a minute."

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