Klara blinked rapidly as she struggled to ajust to the sudden darkness. Where did my dream go? Why did it fade into darkness? Am I about to recieve another vision? She wondered. Klara glanced around, looking for a sign of her grandma, Camille, who usually talks to her in her visions. Hoofs clacking on the rocky ground, she paced impatiently as she waited for Camille.
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash and Klara squeezed her eyes shut, now trying to ajust to the brightness. She sighed. Why does visions have to go from dark to light every time? I'm sure that this will effect my eye-sight.
"Klara...." Camille brushed past her to look her in the eye, something she had always done, even when she was still alive. Camille leaned forward to bump her horn with Klara's. Klara shivered with delight as a magical tingle went through her. She loved the feeling of magic passing through her.
"Hi!" Klara said, "what do you want to tell me now?"
"This is not the best news, so... if I were you, I wouldn't be so excited." Camille replied grimly.
"Oh..."
"I was told to tell you this, and nothing more. 'Accidents happen. Some are small, but some can be big. One will be big enough to cause war,'" she paused, "I must go now. See you next time."
"Wait! Tell me more!" Klara cried as Camille started to fade away with the darkness. But all her grandma did was wink, as usual. Klara winked back and turned away slowly.
Klara trembled and thought about the message. Accident ...War....
YOU ARE READING
That Was NOT Supposed To Happen
Fantasíabasically, i give up. i cant. this story is so bad. read at ur own risk. (that's what ppl say right?) welp. bye.
