The Prophetess Ch. 6

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hello axolotls:P the story continues! The next time Delphine woke up, all she could hear was screams. She found herself laying on red, blood- soaked soil. She was surrounded by a field of warring soldiers, dead bodies, and….. The stumps of cut down trees. She frantically looked to her right to see a dried riverbed next to her. This was the same forest she was in moments ago. Only this was a darker, grim reality. A shiver ran through Delphine’s soul as she realized what this was. This wasn’t a dream or an alternate reality. This was the future. Delphine jumped to her feet and ran into the middle of the battlefield. She didn’t know what to do. Her heart started pounding in her chest. All she thought to do was cover her ears as she screamed. “STOP! STOP! STOP!” This didn’t stop the fighting. She hadn’t expected it to. She wanted to stop this horrifying prophecy. She wanted out. She held herself in her arms as she screamed to the soldiers who could neither see nor hear her. Suddenly, Delphine was pulled to the ground. Like invisible chains pulled her into a position of lying on her back on the soil. Into the soil. She was dragged underground, screaming at the very top of her lungs. She was so far under the soil, she could barely see the ruby red sky….. And her eyes closed again. Delphine’s eyes were immediately stung with daylight. She shot up, and suddenly coughed out a mouthful of soil. She gasped for air as she looked around; she was in the forest, full of green trees and daylight. She stood up and brushed the thick layer of dirt that covered her dress, which was once clean and white. She glanced at the river. Nothing. Just crystal clear water. She fell to her knees, clutching her chest as her heart pounded with short, shallow breaths. When Delphine looked at her reflection in the water, she still saw nothing. Nothing but a terrified little girl, her face covered in dirt, her mournful blue eyes welling up with tears. Tears of anger. Delphine screamed and punched her fist into her reflection, sending ice-cold droplets into the air. Then she ran away. She tried to outrun herself. To outrun the prophecy. To outrun the world that kept her trapped, even when she wasn’t confined in her prison. She threw herself onto the blanket of leaves resting underneath the roof of her shelter. The sky was already pitch black. Delphine squeezed her hands into fists, crushing delicate leaves in her fingers until her knuckles were white. She had suddenly decided what she was going to do with her newfound freedom. She was leaving. And she was going far away.