Chapter 7
The Truth Revealed
A small stone corridor went forward twenty feet, and then turned off to the right. Torches on sconces lined the walls every ten feet. Malachi lit the first, and then, lifting the torch off the wall, lit the others one by one as they passed them. Max was glad he didn’t suffer from claustrophobia because of the low ceilings and seemingly endless darkness in front of him. After they turned to the right and walked another thirty feet or so, they entered a large circular room which Malachi illuminated by torchlight. Max looked up and could see the ceiling vaulted thirty feet above them. All along the circular wall, were hundreds of stone tablets, of all different sizes, going up to the very ceiling. Most of them were about the size of a sheet of paper, but ten of them scattered around the room, were as large as a door. Each tablet was embedded into the stone wall with a small groove down its side to allow it to be removed.
Malachi opened his arms, gazed up, and exclaimed dramatically, “This is the Room of Prophecy. The prophecies are all organized chronologically with the oldest at the ceiling, and the most recent here on the floor. ” He walked up to one of the small tablets. “There are many minor prophecies made which have a small effect on the world.” He pointed to a recent one and recited the prophecy.
Towers of two that reach the sky
Will be a beacon for men to die
A war will move far to the east
In search of the head of the slippery beast
Will understood it immediately. “This is talking about the World Trade Center attacks.”
“And the war that followed,” Chloe added.
Malachi solemnly responded, “That’s correct. Unfortunately, we were unable to interpret it correctly and prevent the tragedy.”
He then walked over to the larger tablet in front of them. He pointed toward it and looked back at Max. “This one, Max, is yours. Why don’t you read it for us?”
Max reached forward and felt the smooth stone beneath his fingertips. He closed his eyes and concentrated on slowing down his heart rate. Once he felt in control again, he opened his eyes and examined the large stone tablet before him. Taking a deep breath, he began to read; his voice was amplified and echoed eerily throughout the room.
A child born in a tragic birth
Produced from two - both from the first
The good inside has its’ days numbered
To be reborn from evil slumber
With his lead, all men will end
With a torn heart only love can mend
The closest to him he will lose
Only in the end can he choose
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Awakened: The Story of Maxwell Cain
Teen FictionMaxwell Cain was just your average, fifteen-year-old, high school misfit. Then one day, he wakes up and realizes ten years of his life have gone missing...and he is now a businessman worth billions. Now, on the run from people trying to kill him, Ma...
