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Jesse: Dammit, Will!

Will: What?! It wasn't me!

Jesse: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Allie!

Allie: Not me either.

Jesse: Oh… Then who set the house on fire?

A'graeth: *whistles*

That's it that's the whole story

Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 13

Summary: you shouldn't enter random portals

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Tw: injuries, being trapped in the middle of nowhere, vague death mention

The sun was dead.

That was the first thing Jesse noticed. The second was Meredith staring into the empty space in front of them. She was sitting about six feet away from her.

They were thrown in the middle of a grassland, except without the grass, which was burned a long time ago.

They were surrounded by some trees, in a weird, circle-like formation. Almost like Blair Witch. The trees were withered, some branches barely attached to the trunk and hanging loosely.

Sometimes, when the wind was strong enough, they were moving, as if trying to grab you. It was accompanied by the sound of eerie rustling, which made chills run down one's spine.

"Meri?" Jesse asked, shifting in Meredith's direction in discomfort. Every move was filled with agony, but there was no source she could pinpoint it to. It felt as if she had just run a marathon without any preparation.

The other girl was still staring into space, quivering slightly.

Jesse gently placed her hand on her shoulder, getting her out of the trance-like state.

Meredith shook her head, as if to clear it, and glanced around. She looked scared, but her face changed as soon as her eyes focused on Jesse.

"Are you okay?" the latter asked, helping Meredith to her feet

"Weird" she murmured, still seemingly far away

She looked strange, her hair messy and way shorter than before. There were sticks sticking out of it, covering her wide eyes, that were weirdly pale. She had smeared ash and little cuts covering her dirty face.

To make it brief, she looked like she had just tumbled down a hill.

"Ziemia do Meredith" Jesse said, waving a hand in front of her face

"Right!" the other said "Yeah, we better get going"

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As they kept wandering through the grass-less grassland, Jesse started to notice her companion starting to limp.

It was very subtle, and at first she hadn't paid much attention to it. But with every minute, every step, Meredith was struggling more and more.

"Hey, uh," she started after a few more minutes "I think— I have to stop"

She limped to the tree closest to her, and slid down its trunk.

She pulled her pant leg and winced.

"Dammit!" she swore, glancing at her painful looking, bruised ankle. "I think it's sprained"

"You okay to walk?" asked Jesse

She mumbled something incomprehensible and looked back at the bruise. It was purple, an ordinary color, really. Well, 'ordinary' if you were fully human.

"Wait, why—"

"It's not black, I know" Meredith said, as if reading her mind. She pushed herself up, grunting.

She stumbled a bit, but managed to steady herself quickly.

She glanced at Jesse in silent celebration and took a few shaky steps. Her brows were furrowed, both in concentration and pain.

Jesse followed after her, letting her lean on her when needed. They had a long way to go.

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Jesse groaned, propping herself on a big rock. They've been walking for what felt like ages, and they still hadn't found any civilization, or at least a source of food.

No matter how much she assured her friend, Meredith was definitely not fine. Sweat beaded her forehead, and she was pale and shaking.

Jesse helped her sit down.

It wasn't hot, and yet they felt as if the air was suffocating them, which meant a storm was on its way to make their situation far more worse.

They've been wandering for the past five hours, with occasional stops to rest, but since they had no water—nor food, for that matter—they were thirsty, hungry and absolutely exhausted.

That's why they decided to stop there, propped against that rock.

"Where exactly are we going?" asked Jesse, glancing at her companion who looked to be half-asleep.

Meredith didn't reply, so she gently shook her by the shoulder.

"I'm not asleep! " she jumped, startled

Jesse took her hand back, as if she had just placed it on a hot stove "Calm down" she reached out again, slowly. The former didn't protest.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" she asked

"I asked what's our plan"

"Oh, yeah, about that—"

Jesse sighed "Lemme guess; you have no plan"

"Well, I thought we'd just walk to the civilization, but this" Meredith pointed at her leg "surely complicates things

"It's not that bad. It coulda been raining" She put her hand up, palm upwards, as if to signal it was not raining. Except it was.

She glanced upwards "Well, it could've been worse. It could've been stormy—"

And as if to completely contradict what she just said, lightning lit up their quickly darkening surroundings. She jumped back, surprised.

"Don't you dare say another word"

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After twenty minutes filled with cursing and trying to find shelter from the sudden cloudburst, they finally managed to get themselves into a cave.

The entrance was small, but the inside served a perfect hideout from both the sinister weather and creatures that could've been lurking in this realm (which was apparently called The Land Of Dead Sun).

Jesse was curled up in the tiny entrance, her hands folded into a boat-like shape. She waited for the rainwater to fill it, and took a sip.

The liquid was cold and tasteless, but with a note of something weird.

"Hey, Meri" Jesse started "want something to drink?"

The other girl didn't reply, just kept staring off into space. Just like when they first entered the realm.

Jesse sat by her side "What's wrong?" she asked, this time knowing better than to touch her

"Hey" she repeated, making Meredith jump

"Sorry, I was just thinking" she said, shifting uncomfortably in her place "I'm pretty sure once we entered this dimension we were put in the bodies of us from here"

"What do you mean?"

"That you're technically dead"

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"Ziemia do Meredith" - "Earth to Meredith"

Hey, guess who's bored & writing again (Me)

Anyway, sorry for the long break after the previous post. I either post few times a week or once in a month, there's no in-between.

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🌾 Hello there! I'm just a lil ol' traveler, walking through inboxes, taking in the sights.

I've been traveling for a while now, passing out letters to strangers in an attempt to bring a little more love and laughter to the world.

I would like to give you one, here 📜

The letter reads: "Dear friend, we may not know each other, we may be close friends, but that does not change the fact that you are very loved. I hope you're having a good day, and if not, I wish you the best of tomorrow. Thank you for being here today, thank you for making it this far, the world truly wouldn't be the same without you. Carry a kind heart, perceptive mind, wild soul, wishful eyes, and a high chin, you deserve the best. Stay safe as you travel down your own path. Love, an unknown friend."

I must keep on my journey, but I hope this has made you smile. Be careful out here, take care.

Sincerely, The Inbox Traveler 🌾

Aww thx!

I have aged.

Happy one year less alive to me

Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 12

Disclaimer: probably most of this chapter doesn't add anything to the storyline for it is my energy-drink-powered-3am-rambling and at this point I'm not even sure what I wrote here, but oh well. Enjoy I guess

Summary: portals go zoom

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Tw: murder attempt mention, panic attack (I guess), parental death mention, death threats via a notebook, arson mention, eye gore (?) mention, child kidnapping mention,

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Jesse was sitting in her bedroom, investigating a notebook she had found the day before, exploring The Forest. She knew she shouldn't've gone there. The Forest was dangerous, with the radio station, the government facility and the stories.

Something lived in The Forest, and it was dangerous. Children were always told not to go there, because evil lives in The Forest.

Well, Jesse had just broke the rule #1, and she hadn't seen anything suspicious, which either meant that she hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings, or the stories were absolute bullshit.

Because according to them, Jesse was not supposed to get back home. The Forest was inhabited by something dark, something that had either escaped the government facility or had been here since World War II times.

Nevertheless, there she was, eating choco chip cookies and waiting for both Meredith and Norah to get there.

She didn't have to wait for a long time, the doorbell soon ringing.

She slowly walked downstairs, and after checking the peephole, opened the door to see both of them.

"Hi" Norah said, getting inside and taking off her shoes

"You look like shit" Meredith said instead of a greeting. Jesse closed the door after her.

She was right, she did in fact look like shit. It's been almost a week since the Cynthia incident, and she still felt like whatever looked like her was out to get her. Living alone hadn't helped it at all, only adding to her uneasiness.

When she got home that day, her siblings were by her side in an instant, freaking out. Well, they surely had a reason.

She brought herself back to the present "Okay, so," she stammered "you want anything to drink? I have juice and tea. Oh, and water, of course"

"Tea's fine" both Meredith and Norah choruses

"Aight"

After making the tea, Jesse led them to her bedroom, where they sat on the floor (because there was only one chair).

Jesse never really liked her room. The walls were light gray, and oh so boring. She'd tried to fill this emptiness many times, hanging her sketches, plants and even fairy lights. It didn't change anything.

As soon as night fell, and the darkness embraced her little safe place,—which was on the east side of the house—the plants looked like hands, trying to grab her, and the sketches just stared at her with their empty eyes.

That's why she never slept without the lights. Especially now, when her mom is gone. Not that she'd help.

Meredith took the notebook, and slid her finger across the uneven surface of the first—or rather, last—page. Everything except this sheet of paper has been torn out, making it a one page notebook.

She grabbed a pencil and started coloring the page.

Slowly, text started appearing.

Jesse glanced at the others. Meredith paled visibly, while Norah was staring at the page with concern.

She took a look at it herself.

The page was filled with text.

They took my baby. It's been so long since I've last held him. I'm closing in on them. They won't survive the night. Fire seems to be the easiest way to get rid of them. They'll pay for what they did to him, to me. Taking their eyes seems like a good idea too. If I don't get out of this alive, I want you to know, dear reader, that I was innocent, that I hadn't done anything wrong. And yet, here I am, pushed to do what I'm going to do. Tell them that it's not over. My descendants will bathe in their blood. They. Will. Pay

As soon as Jesse finished reading, loud banging started coming from the main door. She jumped, her heart skipping a beat. What if it's Cynthia?

Meredith glanced at Norah with a bit of fear. Without saying anything, the latter took something out of her backpack. It was a leather case, inscribed with some of the scribbles the Hunters had on their outfits. She took out a dagger.

The blade had little spikes on the upper part and was slightly bent upwards. The hilt was golden with a black handle.

"Why are carrying knives in your backpack—" asked Jesse in a hushed tone, glancing at the dagger. She was shaking, desperately trying to calm herself down

"It's a dagger" interrupted Meredith, still lying on the floor, the notebook in her hands

"I'm sorry, I forgot my knife-o-logy book—" the red-head hugged her knees

Norah left the room, sneaking down the creaking stairs, while Meredith was apparently studying whoever-that-notebook-belonged-to's handwriting.

"Shouldn't we hide or something?" whispered Jesse. Her tongue felt numb, and she was curled up in the corner.

"Nah" said Meredith "Let's wait for the sweet embrace of death"

After that, she left the room, leaving Jesse to subdue to her half-panicked state.

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When she finally managed to calm herself down, she became aware of the voices coming from downstairs. She slowly got up, feeling like she was about to collapse.

She slowly walked downstairs, leaning against the banter. In the middle of her kitchen stood a door.

She noticed Meredith and Norah staring at her. She probably looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

"What is this?" she asked, cringing at the way her words slurred a bit. She pointed at the door

Norah shot Meredith a warning glance, but the latter didn't care "Oh, that's just an interdimensional gateway"

"Why is it here?"

"Dunno" Meredith replied

"And that" Norah interrupted, leaning against the wall across the room "is why we're not going inside"

"Suit yourself, peasant"

Norah glared at her, while Jesse was trying not to start laughing.

"Do you even remember what happened The Last Time you did something like that?" the former asked

"Yeah, I got kidnapped and killed by this bitch." Meredith still seemed unfazed by Norah's anger "It was pretty fun, to be honest"

"You're insane"

"I know"

They stood in silence, no one daring to say a word.

"Alright" Meredith finally said, grabbing Jesse's hand "C'ya in the demon realms!"

And with that, she pulled her through the door, the last thing they heard being Norah cursing loudly

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Anyway, some time ago I realized that I sometimes use Polish writing rules (I guess) and It's not really grammatically correct.

Will I stop? No.

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More incorrect quotes 'Cause I have no friends and nothing better to do

A'graeth: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died—

Jesse: Eight, actually

A'graeth: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Jesse: Yours!

A'graeth: That's right; no one's