Revelation - Max

192 23 4
                                    

I stared down at the old books and texts on my desk

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

I stared down at the old books and texts on my desk. It was late, I didn't need to look outside to know. But for months I've been searching for a what we're supposed to do next, why we're here, what we're meant to do.

Without the research, I'd be lost. It's the only thing that keeps me going, knowing that soon- eventually- I will find a way to fulfill the prophecy. We will be rid of the Collectors.

Why bother?

We're safe here.

Forget about it.

"Quiet Kaleo." Kaleo. That's the name I gave him. The alien that used my body as its home.

Close the books.

We are both tired.

There is no use.

"I'm onto something," I grumbled, almost rolling my eyes. His reaction, not mine.

I flipped the page, letting the translator in my head change the words to English. The first page was strange, I had to read it twice for my tired brain to catch up. It spoke about the end of the universe, the end of every one.

Ignore it and it won't happen.

Just let it go away.

I laughed at him, I wasn't going to ignore this problem any longer.

The second page was mostly empty, except for one paragraph. A prophecy I had never read before, one that chilled me down to my bones.

Those who bring pain are here to save, and those who bring hope will bring death. A great evil rests on the horizon, eating away at each setting sun. Nothing is as it seems while you beg for salvation.

I couldn't help but feel like this was somehow connected to our prophecy. The end of the Collectors, or maybe the end of us all.

Nooo.

Forget about it.

Sleep.

"Kaleo, enough!" I stood up, tucking the thick book under my arm. Someone else needed to read this, maybe they'd see something that I couldn't.

Zillah would have left for home by now, I'd have to show her tomorrow. I left for Torryn's room instead. Although he seemed to hate my guts, his room was the closest to mine.

I knocked softly at first, hoping that maybe, by some chance, he wouldn't be awake. No one answered. So I rapped my knuckles on the door a little harder, flinching at the way the sound sliced through the silence. Still, I heard no movement from inside. This time I banged on the door, growing impatient, desperate.

He never came to the door.

Across the hall from Torryn was his sister, but I didn't want to wake Estelle. I was still wary of her, after seeing what she did to the Collectors after they killed Nicholas.

The Red Defenders - CompletedWhere stories live. Discover now