CHAPTER 11 : AN UNTOLD STORY

Chapter 11

An Untold History Of The Prophecy 

Present Date,

Marvava.

The lights of an unfamiliar nature rolls over the sky, circumferentially meeting with the clouds as the rays of sunlight hit the wet hair on the wet sand of the shore of what seemed to be an empty beach. Rocks and rocks and rocks, sleeping by the side of the river as it moved in and out, washing the rocks and leaving behind an extra shine of smoothness.

The eyes twinkled as the forehead crumbled up. The glare and warmth of the half beaming light in addition to bold voices coming from the east side of the shore woke Khloe up from the presumed death. 

Her throat, grasping for the removal of what it held, her mouth, moving, her face, drowned in disgust and discomfort. Khloe turned over with her right hand, stamped on the floor. She gushed out the water that filled her mouth before her head tilted to the vague voices coming from the east side. Multiple footsteps heard, leaves crunching, but no person was seen yet. 

Khloe crawled over to a huge rock and rested by it. Her head, tilting every now and then to know what or who is coming. The footsteps came closer and the voices became clearer. 

"The boy was lucky to get away, his footsteps were untraceable and there is no record of him in any earth hospitals." "This is a mild matter and it will not compromise our work." A feminine voice said.

Khloe who was engulfed in fear didn't dare to make a move or let her hair out of the shade of the rock. Taking a glimpse towards the voice, a lady and about four guards walked towards the shore, fortunately their was a reasonable distance to keep Khloe in put for now.

"We need the replica's of those humans for the same reason as always." "We are large but trust me, those humans are chaos themselves. They make a mess and leave it unswept." "We are technology Dean! We are our own creation." "We are the remains of a failed technology." She added as they all stopped.

"Our reality is collapsing, that is the reason we are getting more visitors everyday. More visitors is a good thing....." She added as she threw her gun to someone behind her.

She stooped to the ground and opened her palms. She carried the water that flowed in and out and poured over her face.

"....but our realm collapsing isn't." That is why we must attack earth with these replica." "They will make the work easier. "Kill the original form..." She started off with her index finger out in a counting format. "Take as much information as you can!" She released another finger. "Kill the family." "And slowly we will take over earth and finally, feed Marvaritte its life source, bring our goddess back." She concluded, walking over to the guard she threw her weapon to. She grabbed in arrogantly, glared at them before they continued their walk. 

Sight goes up as scene changes over to a larger space of existence. A lady sat on a throne, dressed in a red body fitting gown and had wires connected to her through various spots on her body. Sight goes deeply and closer the body on the chair, trying to take a glimpse at her semblance of imagination. An unexpected event happened when the result was a reverse. Sight popped back at the lady that Khloe saw earlier.

Her eyes instantly change colour and she stopped. Her invulnerability to movement brought distress to Khloe as she turned over to the other side of the rock. The lady turned over to the guards and held one on his head. Rays, lines, flares and sparks of light were seen being withdrawn from the unfortunate follower. His yells engulfed the whole area and sudden he dropped dead. 

She shrugged her arms slowly and rolled her eyes with a smile. She let out a thin "Ahhh" and the smile slowly turned into a face of anger. Bow to your goddess! She ordered the other two guards and they did as she ordered. With a few words "Hail Maravaritte, goddess of techno." 

Khloe's eyes ran in various directions, her heart visible beating as the bass drum was heard and the vibration from her her chest was seen. 

Light fades.

Khloe was seen running through the woods. Her feet as fast as that of a deer. Panting heavily, turning continually backwards as she ran. Stopping for a moment to catch her breathe, she supported her self as she rested her palm on her knee. Breathing deeply in and out. Just as she turned back to take one more look, she got held from behind, with a palm over her face, and an elbow on her neck. Her eyes rolled over as her lids closed up slowly. Her body gave up motion and gesture and the lights faded.

*Khloe Coughs* as sight struggles to regain consciousness. 

Khloe suddenly popped up from the bed of dry leaves that she laid upon. Before her stooped a man. Watching her. His face was familiar as it turned out to be, he was the man Pete saw the human clones torturing.

Khloe's eyes moved in a certain direction where there was a gun. A strangely configured gun. 

She quickly turned over to get to the gun but suddenly it got kicked out. "I wouldn't want to do that as I am just like you." "Human!"

Khloe glared up at him and suddenly got calmed down as she heard "Human"

"Where am I." How did I get here?" "Who are you." Her question got instantly backed up by another question. The expression on her face defined worry, stress and lack of rest. Her brows rolled up and knitting, her eyes, so heavy.

"This is Marvava!" The man replied before standing up and moving over to a corner. Resting by the trees, he spoke further. 

Before he uttered another word, the word he mentioned "Marvava" brought back memories as Khloe saw it. Across time, she figured out she had heard the word multiple times. Most especially, when Pete claimed he travelled there. Before she got back to the reality, she remembered the word of the lady that she saw earlier "Hail the goddess of Techno, Marvaritte."

"Listen!" The man's voice called her back. 

"Nothing that gets in here survives." He broke the silence.

"And how are you alive?" Khloe asked with such glare of annoyance. 

"I am a survivor!" He replied instantly, as he recalled his past. A past where he held a child in his arms, with a woman by his side. "What shall we call him." He asked the lady by his side, in his memories."

"Ozais!" The lady replied.

"John Ozais." He completed the man as he cuddled the baby with a doleful face. 

Scenes changes over to a tent, where he lived with the lady. She was on her knees, as her brown hair was all over her face. She held the brown cloth of the man Khloe just met as she begged him. He stooped to his knees and held her by the face. 

"I will return, I promise." "This is for the sake of the world." "A demoness clothed with beauty but rotten inside will rage this world soon." "I am the only one that can stop her until our son, if I don't return, please, run, run far away and with Ozais and keep him safe." "Let him accept his powers, teach him, nurture him with your grace of life." "For if I fail, he will have my place, my place to defeat the demoness, for the sake of the world." "And for the sake the keep he prophecy from rising." I love you for everything, for you, for your gift of keeping the world at balance by taking on the power of being the bridge of life and of death.

Light quickly fades.

"A survivor?! Yeah! Right!" Khloe replied.

"I have been here for years, and I have not seen what I have seen over the past few moments in my whole life." "Realms are breaking, realities are falling." "You are suppose to be death but the gateway between this Earth and the afterlife is cracking, if not cracked already." "That is why you were brought here."

"And how do you know about this. After life, realities. " Khloe squinted her eyes in confusion.

"Like I said, I am a survivor." "If I may ask, what is happening on earth right now and who are you?" The man asked with a close sight gesture at Khloe. His blue eyes fashioned over Khloe's face, forcing her to look away in discomfort.

"You seem to be hiding something!" "What is it?" The concern was all over his face as he asked with a knitting brow.

"Are you telepathic?" Khloe immediately asked. She turned over, looking at him and suddenly had a face of regret over what she just uttered.

"I'm not, It is all over your face. But since you just asked, maybe you are one yourself." His thin voice accomplished by an accent Khloe heard often touched the heart of the girl. The accent of John.

"This was a mistake." Khloe said as she stood up, ready to leave. "You wouldn't live long without me." "They will find you!" His voice called back Khloe as she turned stopped and turned over. 

"You want to know about the world, it will have to be information for information." "As I heard, a prophecy is being written!" "One which will bring about the end of everything, man, supernatural, everything." Khloe began her explanation. 

"Prophecy!" He called out in awe.

Although, It wasn't set to script until we killed a demon! "Azazel." "A demon that John...uhm sorry, my friend released." "I have said too much already." 

"Sorry, did you just say John?" He asked with a deep face of concern.

"Uhm...maybe yeah." Khloe replied as she grinned uncontrollably. Her face fashioned towards the ground as she flicked her hair. 

"Tell me about this John if you don't mind." "Please, I'll do anything you ask, all I need to Khloe is who exactly John is."

"John Ozais Screeman." Khloe uttered. The man she called put the man into tears. The delayed tears resting by his lashes dropped as he blinked. 

Without hesitation, Khloe asked "What is the matter." 

The man slowly looked up to Khloe before speaking up, "He is my son!"

Light fades.

1994

Catching another glimpse at the past, the man who Khloe just met was seen leaving him home. His beloved wife weeping on the mat before the door. He walked continually not looking back. All sound went dead and the little harmony and pieces of sounds of a violin played on. The music Shallow by Lady Gaga was heard between the thin lines of harmony the violin produced.

The place where they lived was like the midst of a forest. The white robe of the lady, rubbing against the floor, getting stained. 

The harmony moved slower as the man turned back one last time. Love and sacrifice was written all over his face before the red-orange flares of a portal brunt through the empty mass. He said no word, rather walked through and the portal closed up with a seizing sound that ended the music and brought back sound.

The two were seen again, at the same spot, sitting on the dried up leaves of the forest. Both having a doleful face as silence existed amongst them. 

"So...what were you like to him." The man asked breaking the silence.

"A friend..." Khloe replied hesitantly.

The vibe of unwillingness to do anything engulfed the whole area as the two got drowned in a pool of emotions. 

It wasn't long enough before Khloe added to her reply "A best friend..." "He made me know what I was." "He led us as a warrior he is."

"Us?" Steven asked with a rumple on his face.

"We were a team, of seven." John made a mistake, he released a demon and it cost him his abilities." "He was set on a quest by an Angel to retrieve his powers which were in seven souls, which I was amongst." "Turns out that I fortunately was blessed to be among the three that will be by John's side." "Or was I?" Khloe asked. Her voice was pale and weak as she struggled to speak properly. The cloud of tears, behind her eyes, the moan of anger, by her throat. 

"I am a something John called a Telepathic Siphoner!" Khloe said as she raised her head up, looking directly at the man. I'm able to read minds and can transfer them from one vessel to another." "I can as well, siphon energy, powers." Khloe explained with a down casted gesture, as she stared at her palms.

A little moment of silence was held before Khloe spoke up, "I'm Khloe!" She sniffed and wiped the tears that rested by her lower lashes of her left eye.

"I'm Steven!" "Come on, I'll talk about thare place as we move on." He said. He let out a groan as he stood up. With a gesture of help, he was going to help Khloe up. 

"I'm fine!" Khloe grinned as she helped herself up. 

Scene changes to another part of the forest as it seems, it was like the extreme part of it, the part before the main city of Human replica's. 

"Age isn't an option here for a reason I do not know, I have been here since a few months after I had John." "I have mastered a few things, gotten around, been tortured a handful of times." Although there isn't an escape loop as I have seen. 

"How did you get here?" Khloe asked as she walked stood beside Steven. The two were close to the city, but hidden behind the shades of trees. 

"I was a supernatural fighter, a warrior." "It was a day, where I was out to challenge a lady, a lady that they address as the Lady Evil, as Gefion!" "During my times, a prophecy was laid out by the Arak, an entity of wisdom, that the supernatural race will come to an end during the days of my offsprings." "He said, 

"Of power will come damage,

Of Sacrifice will come destruction,

Thus by your offspring--

The doom of the realms awaits,

By the prophecy of his days,

Gefion shall rise,

And existence will cease."

"I had to tackle this, I had to fix it. I couldn't kill John, he was all I had." "I had to make my own sacrifice, and my sacrifice was of no help." "I was sent to Abaddon by Gefion after an unsuccessful battle!" "The place of torture and torment, the place where prophecies are written by entities I didn't know." "The only break free ticket I had was killing John but I couldn't." "They gave me a choice, Kill John or they will end Existence." "I do not know why they wanted John dead but they did." "They tagged him as being too powerful." "They showed me the end of the world, the present on earth, John, and my past." And I came to realise, they were the "Fates." They said John wasn't going to live a life they have made for him. They said he will break free from the destiny they offered him. I rejected the offer and so they told me they will make a prophecy to end John, a prophecy with threats, and the prophecy will include my deepest mistakes, my fear, my problem that I couldn't end, Gefion! 

"I will find a way for you to leave here and when you do, tell John all I have said." "Tell him that Gefion is coming again and when she does, she will seek him and demand a sacrifice, if he accepts that sacrifice, then the prophecy will be released." "This is what the Fates told me, I have passed it on." 'In case I do not make it out." Steven said to Khloe. Fully doubtful that he will survive he desired to hand over the information to Khloe which John will need to survive and beat the that is rising prophecy.

"We will both make it out." "You are a survivor aren't you?" Khloe asked calmly.

"And how did you make it out of Abbadon?" Khloe who was overwhelmed with curiosity over the story and how Steven ended up in Marvava asked. 

"They sent me here, saying it was a part of the prophecy." "They created this place with what humans will love." "They exist beyond time, they saw it all. They knew our future." "They knew technology was our weakness, so they created this realm and Marvaritte."

Before they sent me here, they said "John will die by your hand and your world will succumb to the hunger for technology."

Khloe suddenly repeated the first half of Steven's sentence with a face of worry, concern and confusion. "John will die by your hand." She said.

"Do you know what that means?!" Khloe's eyes widened as she asked Steven. He gave a simple reply that he doesn't.

"What is it?" He asked. His forehead crinkled, and his almost brows knitting together. 

"Before you found me, I heard a lady, talking about how they will get more replica's of people." Khloe explained hastily.

"And?"...

"She talked about sending the replica's that they get to their families." "For instance, now they have you, they supposedly have your replica, when they are ready to attack, they will eliminate you or maybe reconfigure you and send your replica to earth, to kill John." "That is why they have kept you alive." "You are not a survivor...you are a weapon." Khloe reconfirmed her eyes widened in awe and a beating dramatic sound was heard as the ....

Light fades.

"How do we shut this place down?" Khloe had her hands over her head as she walked a certain metres and back continually. Slowly biting her lower lips she waited for a response from Steven. 

"I didn't tell you about this before but there is a kill switch." Steven's words brought attention to Khloe as she got interested in the Kill switch.

"Good, so..." Khloe said, squinting her eyes.

"Where is it?" She asked hastily.

I didn't tell you about this before because it isn't a good idea." "There are high security levels." And plus....a kill switch will destroy the entire realm and everything in it. Steven explained to Khloe the effect of the kill switch. "And moreover powers do not work here...I could make portals but now..." Steven said. He stretched out his hand and drew a circle gesture in the air but no effect was seen.

"Quite surprising, you are telling me that some creatures which are called the Fates, control the destiny of every being in this world." Khloe asked. She bursted out, laughing uncontrollably. 

"Fuck Fate, I am going for the kill switch." Khloe's face suddenly changed to a serious mode as the laughter faded off. As she walked out of the forest, Steven yelled "Khloe wait!" 

His action took a different turn as Khloe who was now exposed to the heavily guarded city got security eyes on herself. 

"Shit!" Khloe whispered and suddenly the lights faded.

To Be Continued.

Song Of Choice : Shallow By Lady Gaga

Word Count : 3.1k

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