The Injustice War

Prologue

"The God of all Evil and Fear

"Shall have three children that he holds dear.

"One achieves silence,

"Despite all defiance.

"The next should be feared

"And not ever neared.

"And the third is a pawn

"Who will ride through the dawn.

"A follower of the Goddess of Balance

"Shall become a Savior, through his many talents,

"When the gods show their wrath,

"The land's in a bloodbath,

"And a daughter of fear is the world's only hope."

This prophecy, known as the Prophecy of the Injustice War, was recited by the prophet or priest during every naming ceremony. This happened when a person mentioned in the prophecy turned five years of age and recieved a Latin surname, Latin because that's the language the prophecy was written in, explaining their role in the prophecy using a single word.

My full name is Kristina Timeat, timeat meaning "fears," and I recieved it about a year ago. Herobrine, my half-brother, recieved his, Silentium, six years ago. This year my sister Herabrine was recieving hers as we stood across the Temple of the Prophecy from her.

The only other attendees were the gods, Mianite, Ianite and Dianite. Dianite, our father, was the only one there willingly, the others because it was mandatory. The priest, who prefered to be called Declan, rolled up the paper copy of the prophecy and gestured for Herabrine to walk up to the real stone tablets, the origional prophecy written down by Declan's ancestors. She did, her brown hair, only slightly ligher than mine, and black silk dress flowing smoothly behind her. Everyone was dressed fancily for this ceremony, but only for this. We weren't fancy people.

"Herabrine, demigod daughter of Dianite, you have been called upon at this time for your part in the Prophecy of the Injustice War," Declan recited, similarly to how he did for me. She nodded reverently. "Take my hand, and I will guide you to your fate."

She held out her five-year-old hand, Declan's covering it completely, and he led it to the seventh line, placing her fingers on the word "pawn."

"Herabrine, I present to you your surname, Arrhabonem!" Declan declared with enthusiasm. The response was only a quiet clap due to the small audience, the loudest of which came from Dianite. Hera's position was expected, due to my and Herobrine's parts, but still worth being excited for. There was a small smile on my face, knowing that there was only one left. One person yet to be named. One person, apparently to be my daughter.

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"So, what do you think of your part in the prophecy?" I asked Herabrine after the ceremony had ended. We were back into our normal outfits, jean pants, tank tops and combat boots, sitting in our shared bedroom.

"I don't know, really. I'm going to ride into a sunrise? Doesn't seem that interesting." I chuckled. "But it's great that all but one person has been named now. The last one is gonna be your daughter," she pointed out teasingly.

"Oh, shut up about that. You know I'll never fall in love. Who knows what it could mean? Perhaps it means a relationship born out of fear. Or maybe 'fear' is referencing Dianite himself and he'll have yet another daughter."

"It could," Hera agreed. "That's the least of our problems right now, anyway. What about the savior guy?"

"Jordan?"

"Yeah, him."

Jordan received his name five years ago. Hera hadn't even been alive at that time, and I was only a year old, but I could vaguely remember him. Dark hair. Red sunglasses that were too big for him. He hadn't had a clue what was going on and had gone by the surname "Maron" prior to the ceremony. Herobrine told me that he was a very weak-looking young boy and would likely grow up to be no different.

"There must have been a mistake of some sort, there's no way he will save the entire world," I declared.

My younger sister shook her head. "Priest Declan doesn't make mistakes."

I sighed. "Well, we won't have to see him again in a long time, hopefully never. His family wasn't even aware of the existence of the gods and likely denies them to this day. He has no reason to be involved with the god's affairs."

Hera nodded. "Perhaps, with a little convincing, we could turn them to Dianite."

I nodded. "Yes. As it should be. If he resists, we will rid the world of his peace-loving scum."

Little did either of us know at the time, Jordan Salvator would become a primary part of our lives only twelve years later. In thirteen, the Injustice War would truly begin.