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Chpt 23 - Together

"So what's the plan?"

"Ah! Mitch!" Azalea replies, "You scared the s**t out of me." She places her empty bowl in the sink.

"Sorry." Mitch smirks, "But seriously."

Azalea sighs, turning around to face Mitch, "I don't know what we are going to do." She says slowly.

"So... there's no plan?" Mitch responds, "What are we doing tonight then?"

"Was there ever a plan? Did we plan our first fight with Herobrine? No. Did we plan our second fight with Herobrine? No. There has never been a plan, and there never will be."

Mitch doesn't say anything and instead slowly walks over to Azalea. He wraps an arm around her lower back and pulls her in close.

"I'm scared, Mitch." Azalea whispers.

"Of what?"

"I think this might be it. Maybe not for you and me, but for someone else."

"Who?" Mitch asks.

Azalea doesn't answer right away, she sighs, "Adam." She whispers.

"Sky?" Mitch responds, "You think so? How do you know?"

"You know that prophecy? You remember I said I didn't know what any of it meant?" Azalea says.

"Yeah?" Mitch replies slowly.

"I... was lying. I've known for some time what a few lines mean. I didn't want to tell anybody; for fear that you might want to try to change it, which would have dire consequences."

"And? What do you think they mean?" Mitch asks.

"'The Sky will rise high but fall so much further.' That's probably referring to Adam being king or something. But something's gonna happen to him. And then the line that says 'The son of Zeus will be victim of murder' scares me a lot. The fact that they rhyme might suggest that they're connected."

"So... what do you think that line means?" Mitch questions.

"Zeus was the god of the sky in Greek mythology..."

Mitch goes wide eyed, "Sky? You think that's what it means?"

Azalea nods, "You know... people can be described by what godly parent they might have. I would probably describe Adam as a son of Zeus."

"What about me?" Mitch asks jokingly.

"Hmm..." Azalea smiles weakly, "I don't know... son of Apollo?"

Mitch chuckles, "And you?"

"Me? Daughter of Athena I think."

Mitch smiles for a few seconds, but then it disappears, "Aza..."

"What?"

"I just remembered something." Mitch confesses, "You remember that prophecy from our second fight with Herobrine?"

Azalea's eyes travel in an upper-left direction, "Yeah..."

"It said 'A child of Apollo will stand for what's right. Even if it means taking flight.' I just find it weird how you describe me as a son of Apollo, and that prophecy mentioned a child of Apollo standing up for what's right. Do you think it's referring to when I ran away from the Team to help you?"

"Hm." Azalea responds, "Maybe."

They stand and stare into each other's eyes for a while, locked in a gaze with no one and no thing to break it.

Mitch suddenly exhales in a small sigh, "Would you miss him?"

"Who?" Azalea asks.

"Sky."

Azalea looks away, "Oh... yeah. I guess I would."

"Mm-hm." Mitch nods, "Do you wish you could change that?"

"Well... yes. Of course I do." Azalea replies, "I wouldn't wish death upon anyone. And if I could change it I would."

"Yeah... me too." Mitch thinks for a few moments, "Aza."

"Yes?"

Mitch places both hands on Azalea's shoulders, "After tonight, after all this is over... where do you wanna go? We could get outta here, leave LA, leave America and go anywhere you want. We could go anywhere in the world."

Azalea sighs, "I don't know, Mitch. At the moment, I think I'd just like to go home."

"Home?"

"Yes. Home. My home. Back in Britain. I need to retrace my steps, relive some old memories."

Mitch nods and takes his hands off her shoulders, "Okay."

Azalea smirks, "I mean... we've just been running around our whole lives, never have we once kept still, never have we once stood for a while. Don't you want to settle down sometime?"

Mitch smiles, "Yeah. That sounds great. And after tonight, we can."

Azalea beams, "Yes. It sounds mighty fine." She looks down, "But err... I think I should go get dressed or something."

"Ha... yeah..." Mitch replies.

Azalea swiftly exits the kitchen, greeting Jerome as she brushes past him.

"Hey biggums." Jerome greets Mitch in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Hey. Wassup?" Mitch replies.

"Not much. What you doing?" Jerome asks.

"Getting some food, you?"

Jerome smiles, "Same."

"Ready for tonight?" Mitch asks.

Jerome goes wide eyed, "Err... what do you mean?"

Mitch chuckles, "You know... fighting Herobrine and the squids and all that?"

Jerome breathes a sigh of relief, "Oh yeah. No. No I'm not."

"Me neither." Mitch responds, "I'm sure it will all work out in the end."

"Yeah.” Jerome lays a hand on Mitch’s shoulder, “We can be not ready together.”