Stars glow in the night sky as villagers of the a town below engages in a festival. It was the festival of γιορτή των νεκρών. It was a celebration that happened only once every 100 years when spirits were said to be more powerful, able to open doors between dimensions. Kids run around, terrorizing each other as parents try keeping them tame. *pssst* Other people create λουλούδια μνημεία to put on loved ones' graves. They weave flowers onto a rock or cardboard and then engrave the deceased person's name onto the solid. It is said to help aid the spirit in the real world. *BOOM* A thunderous sound fills the sky. The villagers look around fearfully. Suddenly, from the shadows, three women in black cloaks, their faces are hidden in the cowl, appear. The village leader steps towards the woman in front. "Your kind has no place here. What do you want?" He growls threateningly. The woman laughs. "By 'our kind', do you mean witches? You can try and hunt every witch down and burn them at the stake, but that will only make us vengeful. Besides, we aren't here to be witch-hunted, we are here to deliver a prophecy." Many of the town's occupants lean in, intrigued . The village leader glares at everyone distrustfully, then beckons the witches. "Come with me." They come to a secluded spot. The leader sits down on a log. "Okay, witches, speak." The leader of the witches grabs her sisters' hands. An orb of darkness appears, hovering in front of them. The village's leader jumps backward. "W-what is that?" The witches ignore his remark and gaze deep into the orb, murmuring. Shadows appear in the orb, each one darker than the next. The witches speak in a monotonous voice. “In the year of πέντε, a child which bores the mark of the dragonet shall be born. Hatred will run wild inside her, plunging the world in darkness. Alas, but not all is lost, the phantom child born of the struck down tribe will be found and shall vanquish the darkness, once she realizes the truth." There is silence for a moment, then the village's leader starts laughing. "Dragonet..... phantom......." He wipes tears out of his eyes. The witches glower at him. "Take heed of our prophecy." They then use witchcraft to disappear, leaving the leader to reflect on the warning.
Mirage gasps sharply, sitting up in her bed. She presses her hand to her head, trying to block images. She desperately hoped she would never have that particular nightmare again. Thirteen times was enough. She walks to the bathroom and stares into the mirror. Mirage wipes a hand across her brow, sweating profusely. She still couldn’t get the cold, darkness out of her mind. The shadows that whispered, the insensitive white, glowing eyes, she wanted them forgotten before she went to school. *Clack* Mirage whirls around, startled. She then notices her hairbrush on the floor. “Ah.... silly me... I must have dropped it”, she mutters, all though knowing full well she had the hairbrush in the cabinet. A few minutes later, Mirage reluctantly spoons oatmeal into her mouth. She hated the taste of oatmeal. She just wished it were all gone. Seconds later after she wished that, there was suddenly nothing in the bowl. Mirage gasps. She then shakes her head, telling herself it was hallucination, right? Mirage leans backwards in her chair, groaning. She hated, just HATED algebra. She wish it never existed. “Now, if a=5” Mrs. Brooks tells the class. “C should equal.....? Mary-“ The teacher stops for a moment. She blinks once, then twice. “What were we talking about? Oh yeah.... time to draw, everyone!” The classes jaws drop, especially Mirage’s. Now she knew it wasn’t a coincidence, something very weird was happening. She discreetly gets up and leaves to go to the bathroom, making sure nobody would notice. Once she was in the bathroom, she slams the door shut and leans against it. “So far...” She takes a deep breath. “I somehow teleported my brush, made my oatmeal disappear, and overpowered my teacher’s mind..... WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING?!” Mirage melts to the ground, trying to take deep, steady breaths. *Child* Mirage picks her head up, not expecting the voice. She groans. “Now I’m going crazy too!” *You’re not going crazy* “T-then who are y-you?” Mirage whimpers. *I shall not tell you yet. But I come to deliver information.* Mirage nods. “O-okay....” *In the Nomadic era, witches once came to a leader of a tribe, told that a great evil would rise. Not all was lost though, a hero would vanquish the evil, once truth was told. I believe you are that hero* Mirage gapes. She was just a simple schoolgirl. She never expected to have to destroy evil. She looks down, than jumps. Her hand.... was see through... and looked scaly with claws. *Uh oh....* The voice disappears. Mirage starts trembling violently. She tries taking a moment to calm down, but it fails. She looks into the bathroom mirror, and gasps to find that her eyes were glowing white. She slashes her hand at the mirror, cracking it into 7 large pieces. *Fwoosh* Things around her start floating. She shivers, not knowing at all what was happening to her. How was she supposed to defeat evil if she couldn’t control herself? ========================================= 893 Words 5,414 Characters 60 Sentences 44 Paragraphs 3 mins 15 sec Reading Time 4 mins 58 sec Speaking Time
