With a Click

"As you can see, our ancestors have long used their powers to protect this world!" The woman's voice grating to my ears as I stared blankly at the painting. The children surrounding us giggled and muttered to one another, seeming uninterested in the history lesson. 

Three gods are depicted standing beside an army, shaking hands, with the words 'the first clicks bestowed upon humanity' written in gold below it. 

"Why are we here?" I whispered to Loveall. He's fiddling with his long, curly hair that stuck out against his dark skin. 

"You said you didn't know what the Rider was," Loveall murmured back to me, "So I'm showing you." 

A pest. That's all Loveall was. A stain on my already miserable day. 

"If you all follow me down the hallway, we can discuss more about Click's, the history behind them, and where they come from. The mythology about Clicks is that the god Proelefsi and his brothers blessed mortals with superpowers to help defeat an unknown beast of pure evil." 

She waved her hand to guide the tour forward, I couldn't express how little I wanted to follow her. Tuning out the rest of her speech until I felt a hand on me. 

"Hey, this way," Loveall murmured uncomfortably close to my ear. I glared at him as he grabbed my sleeves and tugged me away from the tour group. Great, I'm hungry, tired, and now I'm being dragged around by a probably delusional stranger.

Down a hallway, through a few doors and into an area roped off. It was interesting seeing different statues and paintings as we raced by, wading past groups of people. 

"Past these ropes," Loveall said, nodding to the room. He grabbed the thick cord to push them aside but jumped back. Loveall shook his hand a few times, "That hurt," He complained. 

"Wuss." I remarked, what a baby. 

"Then you open it, we have to get in there." 

"Why?" 

I rolled up the sleeves of my leather jacket and click my tongue, the warmth within my palms grew until the skin sparks to blue. Darting my eyes around until they settled on a security camera.

"You scared?" Loveall taunted, his eyes following mine.

"Shut up." I'm trying so hard not to strangle this guy. 

I placed my hand on the ropes, the jolt of electricity shook me, but the heat in my skin sears the flimsy cord until it snaps and falls. 

"Perfect!" Loveall waited for no one. He charged into the room and straight up to a large scroll with text written in an unknown language. Settled in front of it, a painting of a pale white, two headed horse with hooves made of gold.

"What is this?" I asked, clicking my tongue to turn off my ability, uncomfortably warm as the fire in my body cools.

"The Prophecy." 

Loveall talks in a way that reminded me of an old, wise, wizard. It's annoying and unnecessary. 

"No shit," I said, ", but can anyone read this? It's in ye old unknown language."

"I can."

Of course, he can. 

"Alright, smart guy. What's it say?" 

He looked at me with so much intensity and passion that I considered punching him, "I won't know until we steal it."