A prophecy. Such a cliche, they thought. But in it, it claimed that thirteen will be the saviors of the world. Some would come from backgrounds of suffering. All of them have a tattoo of their soul placed on their flesh. They will find the one bringing the Time "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Thirteen? Thirteen WHAT?" luma was losing her temper slowly. Hart stifled a laugh. "We'll figure it out. Somehow, at least," Hart let a small smile raise the edges of his mouth. His freckles moved with the slight grin. There was silence as Luma and Hart stared at the ripped page. Water dripped from the rotting ceiling as night poked through the broken walls. There was a question that neither one of them wanted to ask. "But what if we can't?" The inevitable question was spoken, breaking the new silence. Luma held her breath after she spoke the words, knowing that if this was real, they Had to decipher it... ... Or watch the world sink into chaosAll Rights Reserved
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