June 14, 2343
Alexander woke up that early morning. He poked his head out of the window and looked where the star Vega was rising. He knew that the Prophet would be at the Jardi Meadow, but his mother would not allow him. Staying in bed, he thought, how can I get there without her noticing?
Then he heard a knock on his door. “Alexander, are you awake?”
Maybe if I pretend to be sick, she would leave me alone, he thought.
Helen crept the door and went in his room. “Are you alright?”
He opened his eyes as he pretended that he was asleep. “I’m still tired Mother. I slept horrible last night.”
“You had trouble getting back to sleep because of that nightmare?” she asked.
He nodded as he lied.
She said, “Alright then, I’ll let you rest for a while until you’re better. Are you hungry?”
He shook his head.
She kissed his forehead, “Get some more rest.”
As she left his room, he waited a few minutes before slipping out of his bed. He packed a few items into a bag as he would be traveling deep into the jungle. He poked his head out of the window again and his mother was nowhere around. Climbing out of the window, he slid down a tree and began his trek.
Making sure he doesn’t make a loud sound, he stepped around sticks, twigs, and insects. He walked through a curtain of water-filled flower vines and got a quick shower. Vega's sunlight beamed through the forest as he traveled. To him, the forest was an easy place to blend in and hide if trouble occurs.
Then he found footprints. Footprints had four toes and a thick back toe made by a Cobain. He figured those footprints were made by the Prophet. Hot on her trail, he followed to see where those footprints go to.
As he continued, he cut through boulder-sized leaves that blocked her path. An army of purple ants scattered across and he waited until it was safe to continue. He had been on that trail for a few hours, but to him it felt like time went by fast. Then came upon a meadow covered with red and blue flowers six feet tall everywhere. Strawberries and coconut fragrance mixed into the air. This has to be the meadow, he thought.
As he walked through the meadow, he found a stone stairs that go up the slope of a steep hill. Running up the stairs, he got to the top of the hill. There was a small wooden hut with small palm trees around it. He walked nervously as he was about to knock on the door. Chills ran down his spine and shook as he knocked a couple of times.
Nothing happened. He knocked again and the Prophet answered. She shook by surprise as she never expected Alexander to find her. “Alexander?”
He froze in fear as she knew his name.
She puts her hands up. "Don't worry, I don't mean you any harm."
"Are you a prophet?" Alexander asked.
The Prophet nodded. “I am. Is your mother around?”
He shook his head. “No, I came here all by myself.”
"You traveled all this way alone?” the Prophet’s mouth hung open. “Why she’s not with you?”
"My mother won’t tell me what I am,” said Alexander. “So I was hoping you may know.”
“Come with me,” said the Prophet as she walked to the back of the hut.
Alexander followed her from a distance as they stumbled upon an opening of a cave with vines hanging down. A torch was hanging at the side of the cave and the Prophet held it as they walked down the stairs. Alexander walked slowly as he tried to avoid slipping on the wet stairs. Spiders crawled on the walls and he cringed as he saw them.
They got to the bottom of the stairs. Then they walked down a corridor and made inside a metallic chamber. Surrounding the room were broken computer screens and panels hanging down the ceiling. At the center of the chamber was a blue glowing crystal ball. Alexander looked at the crystal as the Prophet hovered her hands around it.
“What is that?” Alexander asked.
The Prophet explained. “This orb holds the memory of our gods. They came to our world from the heavens and raised us to build civilization. As they raised us, but they all vanished from the fire in the heavens.”
“The fire in heavens?” Alexander asked. “There was an actual fire up there?”
“Yes,” the Prophet nodded. “The fire swallowed the gods and only stars are left now in the heavens. Many priests believed that demons would come and slaughter us all, recreating the heavens. As the demons would return, a surviving god would emerge from the gods’ ashes and unleash incredible power against the demons. Finally, the peace in the heavens and our world would be restored.”
“What do I need to do?” he asked the Prophet.
"You place your one hand on the orb, and I will place my hand on to it as well. Then my other hand on your head and we see the future," she instructed. "Are you ready?"
“Very well,” the Prophet said. “Let us begin.”
So Alexander puts his hand on the orb and so did the Prophet. As he closed his eyes, he found himself in a city. The sky blackened as large ships blocked the sunlight. Then these ships threw fireballs down to the surface. The ground shook and everything got caught on fire. An army of demons landed and started shooting at everyone. Civilians ran down the street as soldiers stayed behind to fend off the demons.
Then Alexander opened his eyes and let go of the orb. He shook as if he was stuck out in the cold for so long. His eyes widened by the horror of the vision.
He shouted, “What is this? Why are you showing this to me?”
“Alexander, that was a glimpse of what we would face in the future,” said the Prophet.
“No!” he shouted. “This can’t be true! This can’t be true!”
The Prophet said, “There is more to the future that you have to know!”
“No!” he shouted. “I don’t want to see more of it!”
He ran up the stairs and sprinted out of the cave. He ran passed the hut and down the meadow. Then he heard someone calling his name. It turned out to be his mother. Following her voice through the jungle, he found his mother at a creek.
“Mother!” Alexander ran to hold her.
“Alexander!” Helen held him tightly. “What are you doing all alone here?!”
“I found the Prophet!” he cried. “I saw our future!”
“You what?” Helen raised his eyebrows. “You were not supposed to!”
“I wanted to know what I am,” he said still shaking. “The Prophet should me a horrifying future of demons killing us all!”
Nadnerb and the Prophet met up with the two. Helen shouted, "What did you do?!"
"I should him a glimpse of the future we would all face,” the Prophet said. “But I was going to show what we could do to survive.”
"I saw the end of us! We are all going to get killed by demons!" Alexander shouted.
Helen remembered Alexander's nightmare about the demons and his nightmare was his future. Her eyes were filled with horror. She and her own family were about to die. She couldn't let him die.
"What can we do? Are we going to die?" cried Alexander.
"No, we are not going to die. The demons are not coming after us soon,” Nadnerb stated and turned to the Prophet. “Right?”
Then the sky blackened. Everyone thought it was the clouds, but when they looked up, there was a fleet of warring ships. Birds stopped chipping and the jungle fell silent. Then they heard the people of the city screaming.
Nadnerb shouted, “Helen, get back to your home and grab as many things as you two need!”
“And meet us back at my hut!” the Prophet added.
“Come on!” Helen grabbed Alexander’s hand as they ran back home.
When they left the scene, Noremac and her priests hurried to the Prophet and Nadnerb. The two stepped back as they had no idea what was going on. The priests’ robes were torn and covered in dirt and blood. They stopped running and bent down to catch their breaths.
"Noremac, what is happening?” he asked as he was looking at the ships.
Noremac got back up and shouted. “Where is Alexander?! We have to protect him!”
"He and Helen ran back home,” he said. “I told them to come back to the hut soon. What is happening?”
"You have to get them to safety,” Noremac warned him. “The future we have predicted for so many years, this storm has arrived.”
Nadnerb and the Prophet stood motionless as Noremac said it. They all looked up as the ships started firing upon their city.