I was nine years old the first time I saw him, the Prophet.
He was as small and delicate as me, just a kid in a world of adults.
Back then he wasn't known as the Prophet, no, he was just Andy Biersack.
Nobody special, just the new kid at our school. His dad worked in the government so he would only be in my class for a day while they were finalizing their move to Virginia.
Seeing him so small, so... innocent. That should've stuck out in my memory when we were older. I guess one day just didn't make a difference to the little nine year old girl who met an insignificant little boy on an insignificant day in an insignificant time of her life.
Little did I know, that day meant much more than I could've ever imagined.
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The Prophet
FanfictionWhen the daughter Of President Harris is captured by the notorious Prophet, will she escape? Or will something happen that will change her world forever. (Story completed 12/12/18)
