It is said that the gods would one day bring forth seven mortals to bring peace and opulence to the world. The first sign of the coming of the seven would be the elderly seeing one of the sacred animals either in dream or in reality. The second would be the coming of one of the sacred animals to the village in which the mortal would be born in. Hundreds of the type of animal would flock to the village, but never harming any of the crops or any of the livestock unless it is given as a gift from the mortals. The final notation of the coming of the mortals would be the absence of any children born in any village. Only the seven will come within that year, none others shall call that year their birth year. This is where our story begins, the coming of the creation of the seven sacred mortals: The Seven Prophecy.
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In the deep valley of the Roshed Mountains, a small village thrived on the emerald vegetation with sheep, chickens, cattle, and a few horses dotting the area. Farther out were two horses together; one was all black and quite thin, but the other was a bluish color with spots on his rump and quite muscular. A ways away from the horses sat two people, one boy and one girl, near a murmuring creek.
The girl, almost a year younger than the boy, had dark auburn, almost black, hair that fell to her waist and her shield from the world. Her body was slim but her face fit flawlessly with her body, making her seem much prettier than she thought. Her eyes, when she looked up from time to time, were the deepest brown, seemingly red in appearance. Her black dress, with long sleeves and cross net around her belly, told of who and what she was, making her one of the most abhorrent people in that small village. This was the girl named Ave from a valley farther off called Kori, daughter of unspeakable names, child of darkness. Not many spoke to her because of her heritage and how they had found her in a forest covered in blood in shock not wanting to speak to anyone, only muttering foreign words of a different place. Not a single cut had been found on her body causing people to become suspicious, but a benevolent family took her in: this was the boy’s family.
Zac, the name of the boy who lived in the family that had taken in the girl, had the same dark hair, but his was rightfully black, but his eyes were a deep emerald. His body, quite slim for a boy his age, was gangling and flexible. He could move mutely without a faux pas or flaw in his movements or a fault in his silence. Quite a many times, Ave had tried to make him misstep or lose his silence whenever they went to the forest to practice. He had learned to move this way so well that he could easily sneak up on a deer and cause it to race out of the forest in a fright.
A black and white dragonfly flew by the black mare, buzzing as it went along, causing the mare to rear up and scream in such a fright that near-by people stopped their work to look at the horse. She pawed at the air as though an invisible monster were in front of her. Ave leaped up and raced towards the mare, as she neared the horse, she went for the dangling lead rope but before she could reach it, the mare reared up at her and pawed at her. Ave grabbed the rope, but was struck in the face from the mare’s hooves.
“Not again!” Zac exclaimed as he leaped up and grabbed the mare’s lead rope in his silent and stealthy movements. The mare reared up and pawed at the air some more, but finally came down, shivering. Zac extended his hand towards the mare on her right side and gently touched her muzzle and began to stroke her. Her shivering subsided and she began to graze again. Zac went back to Ave and shook her shoulder. “Ave, wake up. Come on, she’s fine now and you are too,” he said as her cut began to heal the instant he began to speak.
The girl stirred and opened her reddish eyes. “Ali attacked me again, didn’t she?” she asked in a gentle and benign voice. Her head throbbed in pain from the mare’s attack and her mind was thinking for a way to keep her from doing that again.
Zac gave a slight smile as he helped her slowly stand to her feet, “She did. Ave, I think it is time that you trade her in for a new mare, or at least find a new horse.”
Ave plainly looked at him with the same dark expression for the fifteenth time. This conversation had arisen since Ave had been found in the forest with her mare tied to a tree with wild eyes. Each time the conversation had arisen; Ave looked at him the same way and told him the same thing over and over again. “I cannot get rid of her, Zac; she is a part of me.”
Zac sighed and shook his head, “Joa has a very fine mare. She told me she was bred from the finest stock. A fairly built bay with-”
“Zac, for the last time, no, Ali is mine to keep and I will decide whether or not I want to keep her.” Ave started towards the mare, which was quite calm, but stayed towards her right side. The mare whinnied and moved to her with her nose extended for her master to pet her soft muzzle. “See, she just needs to calm down after she’s been afraid.”
The boy merely sighed, “You should have a horse like ole Rolex here,” he said patting his good horse. The horse whinnied but suddenly stopped and stared at Ave. Zac turned to her and saw that she was spacing out. “Ave?”
She was silent for a minute, but she slowly turned to him and looked at him with meaningful eyes. “Someone is calling me . . .”
He looked at her: she was having a vision or something of the sort again. “What are they saying?”
She didn’t answer, but the usual spiral came to her eyes whenever someone from the Second Realm was speaking to her. “Go to the Forests of Azarth, there you will find another of the Seven…They will not be the first and they will not be the last. Go now… Time is wasting . . .” |
Submission Name: The Prophecy
