Chapter 13

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*Liam*

I come to a few seconds after the blackness. I'm still just in the alleyway, but something seems wrong.

"There's no sounds!" I say out loud, finally figuring out what's wrong after a couple seconds thinking.

"Yeah, there are none," says the boy who told me he would give me answers.

I turn to him.

He looks at me with a smug smile on his face. I stare at him. He stares at me. So I finally ask the question that's bouncing around in my brain.

"Why are there no sounds?"

He gives me the stupid, 'I know more than you do look,' and says, "We're in your mind."

(Yes, we are doing this again with another character, thank you very much.)

 "What?" I say.

He smirks again and I get the feeling that he likes my reaction to this.

"When you touched me, I transported us inside your mind which appears as your most recent memory." He says it all like it's nothing. (BOOM, suddenly stopping time makes sense!)

"Okay," I say calmly, taking it all in. I gulp and say, "So, are you going to tell me about my past?'

"Of course, I did promise," he says and smiles. I get a really bad feeling about all of this right before it comes.

*Flashback* 

I go back to when I wasn't even a year old. I'm in a crib at momma's house. Or at least that's how my maybe eight month old brain remembers. I hear my mom say something so I listen.

She says, "Oh my little Liam, why did you have to be one of the prophecy? And at that, the sneaky water controller they speak of. Oh, I wish I could keep you, but if the king found you with me, he would kill you. You have the mark my child, and I cannot hide you forever. Please stay safe with Mrs. Howe. Please." Then she was gone and replaced with strange hands removing me from my crib.

"I shall keep him safe," a voice says before I go to another memory.

This time I'm in a red house that smells. That's what my baby brain thought, but I know the house I'm seeing is burning. the strange lady comes to me and says, "Of course, those southerns are burning this house down. I foresaw my death like this, but you must be safe musn't you?" She gets a bucket full of water and puts me in.

My baby brain likes this while I'm freaking out seeing this memory. Even though I am shoved to the bottom of bucket, I have no trouble breathing, in fact, I'm laughing.

After a while there's no more red and a dirty man comes and takes me out of the bucket.

I recognized him as Henry. He inspects me from top to bottom, like I could be a tasty meal. He finally looks around and takes me away from the ashes that are the remains of the house.

*Present or erm........ back in the mind not in a flashback?*

I finally stop seeing flashbacks and look at the boy.

"What's your name!" I demand.

He smiles and calmly says, "My name is Larry."

The only thing I can think is, 'Who names their kid Larry?'

He glares at me and i remember that we're in my mind so it's most likly he can hear my thoughts.

"Oops?" I say and shrug.

I think for a minute and say, "So why did you want to show me that? Why did you do this for me in the first place?"

He smiles and starts rubbing his hands together. "We want you to fight for us."

"Umm.... what?"I say.

He laughs a very much crazy laugh and says, "We're coming and so are the northerners to the palace to take over from that stupid king of yours."

"Yeah, no one likes the king, so?"

He glares at me."If I hadn't been interrupted could have told you that the darkness is coming and it will take over everything. The problem is that the southerners want to have the darkness rule and have it take over everyone who isn't pledged to them. We want to rule but control the darkness. For that, we need the three of the prophecy."

"Okay, hold up. I have never heard of this prophecy! What the heck is it!'

"It states that three controlling water, grass, and fire shall unite and defeat a terror for the kingdom. Or at least, that's what the king here was told."

"What?' I say, my brain going a thousand miles per minute. "Our king doesn't know the whole prophecy?"

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