Bob hadn’t expected to see Zack muttering in his sleep, especially muttering a prophecy. But it happened. The invisible lump made it look like there was a flying blanket. The small attic Zack was cramped in just had enough room to fit his small wooden study desk and his bed covered with books. Zack had learned English very quickly, and he was already reading books from the adults section at the library.
As the great big army arises,
“WHAT!”, Bob shrieked in surprise.
“SHHHHHH!”, came a shushing from the darkness. Slowly, the figure of Sherry in her unicorn pajamas emerge from the darkness. In her right hand she held a torch. Flickering shades of red and orange now brightened the room, now clearly showing the blue blanket slowly pulsing up and down as Zack breathed.
“From what I have heard”, Sherry explained. “Some people have the power to tell the future vaguely, and Zack is one of them!”
The truth will reveal many surprises.
“WHAT TRUTH!”, Bob blurted out.
Tacos will fight and soon take over
As the fake hero soon realizes
“WAIT WE ARE FAKE?!?!?!”, Bob yelled. All his life he had just wanted to save the world. And now they were fake.
“No you snail-brain!”, Sherry snapped, hitting the wooden side of the torch on the floor. “It doesn’t all apply to us!”
Some strange enemy will take over the world
Unless they find a magical pearl
But one must die, the other betray,
and the final one must save the day.
Who will be our next queen or king?
Who will make the world sing?
They are coming. Time is running. Fast, fast, fast.
Then Zack started snoring loudly, as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly, there was a purple swirl of light. The light started eating up the floor, turning the room into a dark purple mass, glowing and twisting violently.
“STICK TO THE WALL”, Sherry screamed as the hole started to grow.
Zack had tumbled in and now Sherry was ready to jump through the broken floor.
“I will do anything for Zack!”, she cried, tears streaming down her face. Bob pressed himself closer to the wooden wall.
I am a coward he thought to himself. Why can’t I be like Sherry and risk my life?
But soon enough, the dark mass had spread to far.
Bob waited a long moment as he took one last breath as the substance swallowed him up too. Then he could hear an echo of a voice…like a ghost.
Your mom is evil.
She will turn on you.