Immortal Healers/Solangelo

Chapter 13

surprise

It seemed as if Immortal Healers were more ignorant than I thought. The 'original' Latin version of the prophecy was in no way the original. The prophecy had been handed down verbally for centuries before someone wrote it down. And as with everything that was passed down verbally, it had been messed up. The English wasn't far off, but not completely correct. I looked at the Latin and the English translation written in red ink. It seemed so simple, so clear.

saeculum est praeteritum, scire
liberatoris eximatur vagabundum
unum perddet vatae pro anima sua
et conplet illuc cavae
delectus videt finem absens
vel Tenebrae venit at aurorae
orbis vivit vel cadat ab improvise
magia potential est aeternum

It made more sense suddenly. It also seemed to be clear which part of the prophecy had already played out.

The age we know is over
The saviour saved by the rover
One shall lose his life for his soul
And thus fill a hole
a choice sees the end gone
or the darkness comes at dawn
The world lives or falls because of the unexpected
And magic is forever effected

'The age we know is over'. 'We' was meant to be the Immortal Healers. 'The age'¸ must be the age when the Healers ruled, incognito, across the globe. For centuries we ruled. Then, the disappearances started. Magical beings across the globe, disappearing without a single trace. There were no patterns in the disappearances, only that all that were taken were magic. The magicis lost faith in the power of the Healers. Their position of power was questioned, until they started disappearing too, faster than any of the others and in large groups, often to be found deceased later. They lost their power, and we lost our kind, until nothing was left, except me.

"Nico! Did you even hear what I just said?! We're being attacked!" I turned to Will, who was looking at me with a mixture of annoyance and interest in his eyes. There was none of the panic that had been present during the previous incidents. A strange calm had settled over the blonde, and in all honesty it was scarier than seeing him panicking.

"Yes okay, change of plans. We're not staying in London. We're going to Scandinavia. To Vinsel, Sweden."

I stood up, gathered the papers I would have to take with me, and stored them under my shirt. "See that vase? Lift it up and put on the coffee table."

Will looked sceptical but did it anyway. As soon as he lifted the vase a mechanical voice rang through the apartment, "emergency procedure activated. Detonation time: x-10 minutes. Total lockdown activated in x-8 minutes."

The wall where the TV hung started to shift. The TV slid away into a slot, and the wall slid apart in two panels. On a steel wall weapons were displayed, from daggers to long swords, hand guns to a 10. WTS .50 BMG.

Will stepped back as I stepped forward. I took a small throwing knife off the wall and a sword, made from black steel. I picked up the longest sword hanging from the wall, and one that was about the length of my entire arm. I handed Will the longest sword first. He almost dropped it, but managed to keep it in his grip.

"How does it feel in your hands? It needs to feel like an extension of your arm. It can't be too heavy, if you feel like when you swing you'll stumble after the blade that's not good. The grip should feel good for two hands. Try to swing with it."

He swung the sword, and instantly lost his footing. I took the sword from him and put it on the ground. I then handed him the next sword. He closed his fingers around the hilt hesitantly. He swung it forward, narrowly missing me.

"This one feels okay." There was still hesitance in his voice.

"But..." I let the sentence die down.