The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

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     The words took a few seconds to seep into Florence's brain.

"You think I'm going to save the world?"

Florence resisted the urge to laugh, she was smart enough to know something was wrong with the world. She'd been trying to ignore the nagging doubts in her mind ever since the incident at Cresswell, but she couldn't do it any longer.

    Miyah smiled and there was a new, suspiciously eager glint in her eyes. 

"I don't just think, I know you will. As I said, you are the Chosen One, according to our ancient texts. We have waited a very long time for this event to come to pass." 

"You were waiting to save the world?" Florence asked, she hoped her disbelief was obvious because she was starting to wonder if this group was made up entirely of crack pots.

   "We had to wait for the Onslaught to begin, and then we would find the one who would save everyone. You are that person."

Miyah spoke in such a profound tone that Florence almost started believing her.

"I think you might have waited too long, shouldn't youngsters like you and Quentin be off saving the world. I have pyjamas and slippers waiting at home for me."

    The cats mewed and Quentin frowned at her, and she knew exactly what they were thinking. Even she didn't believe the words from the moment they came out of her mouth. She wouldn't go home for pyjamas and slippers, she'd most likely go looking for a new adventure and they all knew it.

"Actually there are Qaiks waiting at home for you, they will most likely stay there and wait for your return- ready to stop you from getting to the Orb of Tilgh." 

    "Are the Qaiks still at my house too?"

"The Orb of what?"

Florence and Quentin spoke at the same time, overlapping their questions and causing Miyah to smile wider.

   "Yes, the Qaiks are also waiting at your house, Quentin. They know you are an associate of Mrs James' and as such involved entirely. As for the Orb, that is where we delve further into the details of what is happening. But, I will not go further if you don't believe what I say, I have no interest in wasting my time."

She watched Florence expectantly, apparently waiting for more of a response to what she'd already said.

    "I don't think I have much of a choice, do I? According to you I can't go home and this darkness is only going to get worse. I still don't understand why I would be chosen, I am pretty fantastic but it seems a bit beyond my abilities. You all have magik, why can't you manage without me?" 

   Miyah was ready with her reply the moment Florence finished speaking.

"It was foretold centuries ago, it cannot be changed and there are reasons for that, it has to be someone like you. You were chosen for the person you were, the person you are, and the person you will be." 

     Florence narrowed her eyes, "You've returned to being cryptic, how do you know who I was, am or will be?" 

Miyah nodded her head, "We have our ways, just as you said... magik."

She lifted her hand and placed it over the scroll, palm spread and facing upwards. She spoke a few words under her breath and a shimmering picture began to glow above her hand. 

    Florence leaned closer and she was shocked to see herself in the picture, she couldn't tell where she was at the time but she looked to be in her mid twenties. Her hair was long down to the middle of her back and light brown in colour, not a white hair in sight, she looked healthy and vibrant; it felt like a whole lifetime ago.