The Prophecy -On Hold-

Chapter 1

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Picture on the side ---------> how Zoe (with short hair) and Jon could look like as kids.

12 years ago

The sun shines down from heaven upon the fields and paths. It brings us even to think it ascends toward the sky.

It's certainly a fallacy, because it has not rained for a week and at these temperatures all the water evaporates within a few days.

But this is quite normal for this time of the year, the summer, in the small village a little off the capital Thissos, are always as hot as the stove in winter.

Normally I would have helped father and mother work in the fields, but I have been hiding from them in the cool dark pantry.

Outside I hear my mother shouting my name again and again >>Zoe! Where the heck are you? Just wait until I get my hands on you! <<

I laugh softly in my sleeve and think that mother is not looking for me here anyway. >>Zoe! Either you're coming out of your hiding place alone or I'll come for you! << rings out outside my door.

Oh oh! Holy crap! Now there's a knock at the door even >> Zoe now finally come out there and help us! We still have so much to do today! <<

I carefully pointed through the small door slot and spy at the empurpled face of my mother. I slowly open the door and step in front of her.

She has waist-length auburn curls that should be held in check by a pink headscarf, but now desolates protruding from her head. Her sparkling brown eyes fix me and they constrict to small angry slits.

Her strong hands form to fists relied on her hips. The brown work dress soiled and here and there you can see a bit of weed.

>>What do you have to say to your defense young lady? << >>Sorry Mom, but to me it was too hot outside for the whole day to toil in the field. << I admit sheepishly.

>>You're 6 years old and old enough to help out too. So change youre clothes and move onto the field! Otherwise you can forget your lunch! <<

Startled, I look at her with wide eyes. My Lunch! I immediately whirl up the stairs to my room and rip my day dress off. I quickly put on my work dress and braid my long curly hair in a ponytail ranging up to my butt.

My hair is my pride and joy because it looks exactly like my moms. I inherited my green eyes from Dad. He always says that at least he leaves something to me. Whatever he means by that. I take my straw hat and tie it firmly under the chin as i go out.

Downstairs mother is still waiting for me,and as she sees me she gives my appeareance a short nod.>> So and now out with you! <<

She pushes me right out of door and briefly the sun blinds me. I shields my eyes from it and i looking around for Papa.

He is easy to see because he is almost as big as the ceiling of our cottage with the result that he collides with his head on all the time.

He also has bright red hair that stick out crazy from the skull. He is not far away on the road and is talking to a stranger.

My curiosity grabs me and I walk over to see who's there. The stranger is dressed in rich fabrics and robes and sitting on a fox-colored gelding.

Behind him, I see a small white pony with golden mane and saddle. Wait a minute. Is there no rider?

I walk in the almost man-high corn field in the direction of father and the man,to look at him closely. Suddenly rustles and crackles sound behind me.

I look around but I can not see anyone. Shrugging, I make myself on the way, when suddenly someone puts his hand on my mouth.

I try to scream, but the hand smothered my attempt in the bud. When I try to pull away an arm shoots around my waist and pulls me away from dad and the stranger, deeper and deeper into the field.

>>Psst. Please be quiet or else they hear you! << Hisses a young voice behind me. >>That's right. I'll let you go now, but please do not scream or run away immediately. Gotcha? <<

I nod and his hands immediately disappeared. I whirl around so fast that my braid beats into the boy's face .

>>Ow, damn it! Watch it! << The voice belongs to an equally well-dressed handsome boy with blond hair and blue eyes that flash of his enervated freckled face.

The boy should be the same age as me. >>What are you doing here? << I ask him with slightly blushed face.

>>I escaped my caretaker. I do not want go back home! << He trusts, frowning at me. >>Oh excuse my manners. My name is Jonathan Maximilian Alexander. You can just call me Jon. I hate all these names! Who calls me so anyway? <<

He stretched out his hand and grins at me mischievously. I grab it and shake it briefly. >> I'm just Zoe and I hide from my parents so I do not have to work on the field. <<

I reply smiling. He nods and says >> Thus, we are a team to abandon work and learning. Shall we play something? << >> Sure! Shall I show you my tree hiding? <<

Some time later my dad caught us and scolds us. He sent Jon back to his minders. I am sad and crying because I do not want that Jon goes home.

>>Zoe do not worry. See you soon again! I promise! << Jon hugged me and waved. Then he sits on his pony and rides back with his angry watchdog for Thissos.

>>Why were you hiding? You made us worry about you, as none of you showed up anymore! << Papa scolds me. I cry even more and I apologize.

I did not realize that they may have concerns. I wanted to play with Jon. Father caressing my head and hugged me >> Hush my little one. All is well. <<

He looks at me with his green eyes the same as mine >> But please say where you are the next time. OK? <<

>>Yes Papa. << I agree. Once I've calmed down, we go back to the cottage where Mom is waiting for us. She is standing with her arms crossed over her chest and one foot on the floor typing on the doorstep. Then she comes running up to me and takes me in her arms >> Don't do something like this again! Do you understand? << She cries. I nod.

Over the years, I meet regularly with Jon and a few children from the village to play together. In addition, the boys show me how to handle a dagger and how to be alleged in a fist fight.

Why I've always wondered. They look upon themselves >> Because maybe one day must defend yourself against a candidate .<< But what a candidate is, they never have told me. Someone understand the boys...