"What do we have to do?" Asks Audrey, already fiddling with the necklace.
"You have to retrieve the prophecy," Mirk says.
"Wait, what?" Asks Sias.
"I said, you have to retrieve the prophecy," Mirk says a little louder this time.
"I heard you but... but we were under the impression that you had it," Sias splutters.
"I never meant for that happen, I most definitely don't want to live with the prophecy. Do you how dangerous that might be, someone would kill me for it." Mirk says and Audrey shakes her head.
"Where is the prophecy?" She asks.
"The Condor." Mirk says immediately, Audrey and Sias struggle to breathe.
"Are you sure?" Audrey asks.
"Yes is there a problem here?" Both Audrey and Sias shake their heads, tears threatening to spill for the hundredth time.
"Good, then you shall both be on your way," Mirk moves aside and gestures for them to walk past. Reluctantly, they do.
They walk slowly through the quiet town. If they walk at a normal pace they'd be there within ten minutes. But it takes them a depressing thirty.
The ground no longer has the black smear of blood dried to it. Instead, a red liquid is swimming on the ground in a puddle. Both of them shudder, the once beautifully pure place now looks like a hell hole.
"Rip it off like a bandaid?" Suggests Audrey.
"I have no idea what a bandaid is but sure," Sias replies. Audrey leads the way in.
The door swings shut behind them, a click sounds out. Standing about in an entrance isn't going to do them any good but it's all they feel they can do. Audrey hugs her arms around herself, for comfort.
Bean bags and bookshelves and armchairs, all in the exact same place as before, nothing has changed. Nothing has changed since the last and first time Audrey was in there. Now though, whispers from the spirits, they feel watching over their shoulders, send chills down their spines. They can't make out what the voices are saying, jumbled words set in rhythm.
Silas walks down the steps, heading into the bleak are. He sees the pews arranged in a circle and the bible-like books stacked everywhere; he ventures forward.
Audrey takes the left side of the room, the voices follow her but are easing off. Stroking the velvet armchairs and tapping the sides of the bookshelves make visions of Fate falling flutter across her mind. She keeps her arms glued to her side.
Kneeling over and peering under all the furniture prooves to Audrey that no one is stupid enough to hide a prophecy under a sofa. She wanders over to the mugs, admiring the sayings.
A chill runs down her spine, she shrugs it off, ghosts aren't real. Running her hand along the brim of a mug is the gateway to daydreaming. Her imagination whips her away to a place where all her loved ones are. She wants ghosts to be real.
"Audrey?" Sias calls out, ripping Audrey from her dream state. " Audrey come here, I think I got it." Hearing the rustling of paper, she skips out the room. Trying to play cool it but really her hands are shaking like a washing machine on spin cycle.
Sias is standing with both hands gripping a thick piece of paper so tight that Audrey thinks it might tear. His eyes are squeezed shut as he waits for Audrey to read it with him. Edging closer to him, she closes her eyes for the last few steps.
"Ready?" Sias asks once he feels her close to him.
"Uh huh," sometimes not saying words is easier than saying them.
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The Portal - Pain Is The Password
FantasyAudrey-Shay, she is an incredibly smart young woman, getting all As is her thing. Her art is brilliant, featured many times around her school. She has a secret and only one family knows of it, well they only know half. Abused. Suddenly a portal li...
