Skip to main content

Chapter Eight :

Explanation / 



"Prophecy?" I questioned. "What prophecy?" 

Dolion drew a small tattered book from its pocket, handing it to me. I read a bit from the first paragraph : 

"After hundreds of lifetimes, the world you know will fall. Otherworld realms will merge with the human realm, impossible things will happen, and no one will be alive enough to see it all. No one but one, a human named Lavender. All the otherworld realms will know her instantly by her face. Very few will come to help her save the human world; most WILL deceive her. If the wrong side succeeds, earth will fall forever, into a deep sleep, never to be awoken."

"What!?" I yelled. "Why didn't I, or anyone else, have this warning?" 

"Because your world never possessed this book," Dolion stated. "Someone also kept it from a few of the otherworld realms, so they weren't prepared either." 

"You know what, it doesn't really matter anyway. Even if my world had this book, they wouldn't have believed it. Just look at all the other beliefs no one cares about. What does matter is what I'm going to do now. Are you going to help me or not?" 

A small smile flickered across Dolion's pale lips. "Of course," it said, putting the book back into its dress pocket. 

We walked back through the woods, talking the whole way. Dolion's voice was soft and sweet, making me even more tired. The sky was getting brighter, a citrine sun rising from the west. 

When we got home,  I pulled my jacket off and threw the flashlight on the table. "What's this?" Dolion asked, and I was about to explain about my parents but then I saw it was looking at the shattered bowl and fruit slices on the floor. "Doesn't matter," I mumbled sleepily and started up the stairs to my room. "Keep watch, would you?" I asked. It nodded its head. 

My alarm clock read 8:56 A.M.. I fell asleep instantly. 

I woke at 1 P.M., and as I got out of my bed I still felt drowsy. I went down the stairs to find Dolion sitting against the wall in the living room, with its eyes closed, apparently resting. As I made breakfast I noticed that the mess from a couple days ago was now cleaned up. Turning to sit at the table, Dolion stood in front of me. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I hollered. "You could have scared me to death!" Expressionless, it took a step back. "Sorry. But while you were asleep, I-" 

"I know. You cleaned up the mess I made. Thank you." I interrupted, sitting down at the table. It nodded in reply. "Are you hungry?" I asked. It shook its head. "Okay," I said, eating my breakfast.

After I ate and then took a shower ( I only felt okay to do so because I had Dolion to guard the house ), I went outside to look for more details, or answers. Dolion followed close behind me, its big feathery wings spread out in the summer breeze. We went through the town again, then I had an idea. "Can't you fly us to another town? I know there's a bigger city nearby that we can search." 

Dolion looked at the ground, biting on its bottom lip. For the first time, it looked nervous. "I... Can't fly." 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Chapter Thirty Three  :   Betrayal  /  My breathing was slow and delayed; I was underwater, sucking gallons and gallons of water into my lungs. " Lavender, " Came my mother's gentle voice, comforting like a pillow.  " Lavender, " Was my father's voice, strong and reassuring like an oak tree.  " Lavender. " Orpheus's soft voice, waking me up. I opened my eyes, everything was blurry for a few seconds. I wasn't underwater, but laying sideways on the concrete in the town. Ropes bound my hands and feet. Orpheus was chained to the ground beside me, twitching nervously. I couldn't stand looking into his sorrowful gleaming blue eyes anymore, so I turned my face skywards.  The enormous carmine moon shone down upon everything, casting a bloody glow on it all. Most of the dark clouds had cleared by now, and countless planets and stars of every hue were visible in the sky.  Glancing around, the city seemed dead. The strange, gorgeous plants withere...
Post a Comment
Read more
Chapter One  : Meet Lavender  / I live in a huge, old Victorian house outside of a small town in Idaho. A lot of other kids have told me that my home is ugly and creepy, and I say otherwise. It's a two story house, containing 3 bedrooms, the living room, dining room, kitchen, 2 bathrooms, and a mostly empty basement. None of the latter is what makes me love my house.  It's the beautiful fragrant dark brown pine wood that makes up the walls, the gray cold stone floor in the basement, the smooth oak wood flooring on the top two levels, the sharply shaped triangular roofs, the wraparound porch with chairs and potted plants that flower and vine around the railings, and lastly, the big clear glass windows that let me see the outside world. But that's just why I love my HOUSE.  The absolute best part is the seemingly endless forest in my backyard. Ever since I could walk and talk and comprehend things, I was in that forest - walking, running, adventuring, exploring, lookin...
1 comment
Read more
  Acknowledgements : My everyday life, the dream world and the waking one. Imagination is very powerful, and I believe that's what'll get you anywhere in life. I feel like a few books I've previously read encouraged my writing experience and process. Art from paintings and digital games sparked some inspiration.  A thanks to my family, because they encouraged me to write this. This novel was started for a writing project in my school. I took it a lot farther than that, obviously. I've never been a basic person.  As for chapter eleven, I'm happy to give credit to some random cow on a bridge on a trail that I hate. The trail, not the cow. My imagination did the rest. Pushing through writer's block has taught me a lot about my own life. I have to do things I don't want to, if I want a good outcome from the bad.   The human mind is a very puzzling thing, an inpenetrable fortress but also an unguarded wasteland. To rule over anything in life, you have to learn ho...
Post a Comment
Read more