THE PROPHECY
"So Hatchet", The man spoke, "what do we have this year?"
"A lot", Hatchet's head popped up from under the desk. He was a thin skinny man with a scanty moustache and elongated shallow eyes. He huffed as he pulled out a box from under the table. "Do we still have to do this the old way?"
"It's always the old way, Hatchet", the man winked.
Hatchet stood up straight, bestowing his orange sleeve sweater he wore over his blue shirt with hexagonal designs.
"Sir", Hatchet spoke as he wiped the dust off the box, "how many applications did we have this year?"
"Seventeen thousand four hundred and twenty-one", the man replied, "seven-hundred made it past the first stage, a hundred and forty-seven passed the second", the man continued.
".... And thirty passed the last stage", Hatchet snickered.
"Those are the numbers", The man mused, "anyways", he spoke putting the topic aside, "It's almost full moon we must hurry".
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Hatchet pulled the keys out of his pocket, dropping them onto the floor. Earning himself a glance from the man. "Eeee", he grinned cheekily.
The chains rattled as Hatchet yanked them off the handle and pushed the door open. They passed through a series of chambers and corridors until they halted before a huge bronze doorway,
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The final room was an 8 x 8-meter chamber with a cornet structure above it and small amber coated bricks. There was a stainless steel hollow sphere in the centre of the room. Hatchet pulled a lever mounted on the wall and the sphere unlocked.
"The lever needs oiling eh", Hatchet burbled dusting his palms on his light blue and white striped pyjamas. "THE LEVER NEEDS OILING, EH!", he repeated.
No response
Hatchet strained his neck, "The lever...."
"....Needs oiling, Yes, I understand", The man finished, for Hatchet.
The two halves of the sphere slid backwards, exposing a blue flame.
Then almost suddenly, Hatchet's eyes lit up, "It's glowing!", he concluded after discussing with himself and himself.
The man stared at the flame- his silvery beard appeared blue in the exorbitant flush of light. Hatchet watched his senior and stroked his imaginary beard. "Hmmmmm"
No response
"HMMMMMMMM"
The man swung around and pointed his finger at a small window at the top of the tower.
Magic or some awe-inspiring technology?
Either way, the window opened.
And moonlight entered the chamber.
Counterpoising the glow of the flame. The two of them watched as a scroll began forming in the flame.
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Hatchet squealed in excitement as the man pulled the scroll out of the flame and unwrapped the golden thread around it. And then he blinked animatedly as his senior went through the scroll a couple of times.
"It's the scroll of star-light"
A frown, "But I thought this wasn't supposed to happen for another hundred years".
"Apparently...", the man murmured, "You were wrong". And then he proceeded to read out the prophecy.
Preparation must begin for the inevitable
The monster humanity revived shall force through
Forces of the world forgotten will rise again
He who won't get the energy will be humankind's final hope
He will ride the blizzard into, but he won't be alone
If he succeeds, job well done-
Else his friends and humankind will all be gone
Hatchet stared, "What?"