The Prophecy

Chapter 1

Chapter 1,

The night was peaceful. The crickets chirped in the empty space with an echoing sound that traveled through the air and eventually faded away. My eyes darted to a nearby tree where an owl glared at me as it did every night. I personally thought it was a little creepy, but I got used to it over the years. From the trees, I looked at the horizon and the fields of grass that were lit up by the fireflies like the stars lit up the night sky. I turn to my right and turn the lamp on my desk on. I pick up an old leather covered book and skim through the pages. This book contained all of our history based on legendary warriors that fought for freedom from what was called "The Darkness" or some would call The Lord of Darkness. That was just the start though. It told different stories and perspectives of the warriors that came back from that battle. This made them legendary and unforgettable. Though there was a thread of stories from the same family that I always found so much more fascinating than the others. These were called the Koredon legends, but only a few are known.

Those tales weren't the only ones that intrigued me. Our dimension had epic battles, ones people called the "the inoubliyab stories" where heroes that didn't even come back were honored greatly by the people. I have high respect for those people too. I feel as though the ones that were lost are never honored as much as they deserve, especially since they risked their lives more than the ones that came back. I do admire the ones that came. Many heroes have given more than everything to keep the people safe as well as what they all believed in, what they all knew was right. I was covered by my light blanket while laying against the wall behind me, resisting the temptation of taking the book and finishing it, but after about an hour of staring at it, I gave up and grabbed it. My top blanket was a dark blue color with a lighter shade of blue streaming from the top left corner to the bottom right. This strip took just about the whole blanket and was made up of small, soft bristles in every stitch. The owner of the farm said that my real father left this blanket for me, but I didn't believe him because I wouldn't know why my father would leave this for me and then disappear. I turned my head to look at my alarm clock that stood on the bed stand as well. 7:30 p.m. There was still plenty of time for reading. I had a computer across my bedroom next to the door, but I only use it for current issues because I didn't see any other crucial reason why I need to use it for any other purposes. I did, however, consider learning how to hack a computer because I thought that it might come in handy someday, so, I've been learning for a few weeks now. I also had a bookshelf on the opposite side, parallel to the computer, which I use all the time because I read a ton of books, mostly fiction but also nonfiction and a bunch of other genres. Even though all the other people make fun of me for reading all the time and never socializing with anyone, they aren't me, and I love reading so they wouldn't understand. I've only been out in public three times with the owner: once when I was a small child about 1 year old, the next was about when I was 5, and then a few days ago at the age of 17. I have a closet where I keep my clothes and other stuff of mine, but I don't have many things, so my "dad" uses it for his stuff like gi's, weapons, fencing, and that kind of junk. My bed is located in the back right corner of my bedroom where the sunset light streams through the only window above my bed. I decide to close my book and set it on the floor, sit up, turn to the window, and watch the sun go down in the horizon. When it disappeared, I closed my eyes and felt the cold breeze hit my face with the fresh air while I listened to the peaceful noises of the life around me. Soon I laid down in bed and let the noises and wind lull me into a deep sleep which I don't wake up from unless someone wakes me. Winter was just around the corner, so this is probably my last night with warmth. In the winter, the frigid cold air brushes in my room, freezing everything to death. My window also doesn't close so I'm stuck with being cold, but, somehow, I wake myself up. I sit up, wrap the blanket around me, and look out the window again for the whole night, staring up at the shattered moon. Our moon was broken up because of a Koredon and her legend. It was the one where the woman takes her scythe and takes down one of the most ruthless enemies, Tramilis, and kills him. However the scythe was lost somewhere in the moon, shattering it with its great force of power. I break my thoughts when I smell our farm pasture's fertilizer in the distance. Then, I instantly stare down at the cows that were wandering around grazing. I could also hear noises that were most likely a couple miles in the distance where the wolves were howling at the bright, broken moon right at my windowsill. My room is fairly big like half a living room, or that might be a big room. Either way, I liked my room because it made me feel safe. In here, I could spend hours just reading, writing, and drawing in my room. As the sun came up over the horizon, I hear my dad shout at me.