"Prophet" I spat out at the man. He sat and looked at me for a second with a silent tensity, nobody spoke. Then, out of nowhere everyone started laughing which made me jump a little.
"You think I'M the Prophet?" He asked laughing.
"You have to be," I replied, "You're on a thrown of rocks."
That made him laugh more, finally after everyone settled down, he spoke once more.
"The name's CC, and you are?" He managed to say without laughing again.
"I am not at a liberty to say." I replied, turning my head to the right as proudly as I could.
"SHE is Energia Harris, and a thorn in my side." Snarled the brute guard handing the chain binding my hands to CC.
"I see, I better take you to the Prophet then, he'll be wanting to see you." CC said to me.
I did not reply and he began leading me through a opening in the wall that I hadn't noticed upon entering the room filled with rebel scum..... men.
When we reached the end of the passage he guided me foreword and handed the chain to the guard. "Energia Harris," he told the guard, "You know what to do." CC left and the guard pulled me further into the cave room.
A man who had been standing against the wall came foreword.
As soon as I saw him, I knew he had to be the Prophet. His bright blue eyes electrified my very soul, and every bit of him was different than anyone I had ever seen. Even the rebels. Not just because of his excessive amount of black, but also because of the gleam he seemed to have when he smiled at me with his perfectly strait, white teeth.
"Energia Harris, we meet at last."
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The Prophet
Fiksi PenggemarWhen 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)
