Chapter 4 The prophecy

Owww, I internally groaned. My head hurt so bad, it's like I

hit a wall or something. I open my eyes and blink and close them again.

My eyes fly open. I don't know where I am. I survey the

surrounding room. There are several beds lined along the walls. But they are

all empty. well, all except the one I'm in. It's then I notice the monitors I'm

attached to. What the hell is going on, and then it hits me. Drake, the blood

star cult, memories of my childhood I didn't know were missing. People I didn't

recognize in most of them.

The Blue flames. I couldn't be imagining it this time, could

I? It's not possible, yet I know in my heart. They consumed me and that it was

all real. My eyes became heavy again. It must be what's in that drip. I

remember contemplating pulling it out before sleep pulled me back under.

"She should be awake by now" was what I heard as I woke from

my sleep this time. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to pace my racing heart.

"She's awake now. Welcome, Ophelia."

I groaned and sent up a prayer that whoever these people

were. they weren't here to use me as a sacrifice. I opened my eyes.

Around my bed sat four people, one of whom was Drake."

What's going on? Where am I?" I didn't like how weak I sounded. Gone was any

sass I thought I had. Maybe I'd blame whatever drugs they had pumped into me.

The oldest looking of the four answered me. a man with grey

hair that was slicked back to perfection. Thick-Framed glasses rested on his

nose. behind those frames were the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. This man

oozed confidence and power, and if I were to put my money on it. I'd say he was

in charge.

"Ophelia, my name is Walter. I hope you're feeling better."

I looked at this man and repeated with as much attitude as I could muster.

"Where the heck am I?" Well, you're in teaferra Academy, of course," he replied

as if I should know where that was.

I gave a quick glance at the other three people in the room

around me. Drake whom I met, if you could call it that. Another man who looked

in his twenties with dark brown hair. He had striking green eyes they

practically glowed. And did I mention he was covered in tattoos? The way he

slouched in his chair, and the disinterest he was showing in the current

situation screamed bad boy vibes.

The last person in the room was a girl in around my age with

white blonde hair. It was nearly silver that went down along her waist, with

pink (yes I said pink) eyes, and I thought mine were strange.

"Listen Ophelia I know you have plenty of questions, and

we'll be happy to answer them in a few moments. If you could just let me do the

talking for now." my focus went back to the man called Walter." alright" I said

letting them talk seemed a lot better than being sacrificed, right? I'd take

care of that when it came to it. But first, I needed to regain some focus.

"You arrived here unconscious, with your power level

flaring." I was just about to speak when Walter held up his hand to continue. I

closed my mouth again." From what Drake explained, you were with the blood star

cult. until you obviously escaped because you weren't with them when he found

you a couple of weeks ago." a couple of weeks? How long was I out.

He knew I was about to ask another question when he stopped

me yet again." No, you haven't been out cold for more than a few hours. Drake

found you a couple of weeks ago by chance. He bumped into you on your way home

and noticed your eyes. you were deep in thought and just kept going. he's been

watching you since."

That was it. I couldn't keep quiet any longer. I glared at

Drake. " You've been stalking me for weeks. Talk about no boundaries." In his

defence, he looked guilty. " My orders were to observe for now, Ophelia. I'm

sorry if you think I was invading your privacy."

Walter cleared his throat. "You will have plenty of time to

discuss this later, may I continue." I just gave him a nod. still processing I

had a stalker for a couple of weeks, and I never noticed.

"I'm not sure of how much you know about what you are and

what the mark on your arm means. but judging from what Drake told us. The

impression you had of being a sacrifice, and the fact that you felt that

threatened that your magic flared. Even without you touching Aurora's stone. I

would think I'd be correct in guessing you know very little. Or what you know

has been lies fed to you by the blood star cult. For however long they had

you."

I found myself getting angry. " Nobody had me. I had a

family they were murdered." don't get me wrong, they were a bad family. but

these people didn't know that.

The fella covered in tattoos muttered something about being

brainwashed and stormed out. Don't know what had him all twisted up. Good

riddance to him anyway. yet as he left, my heart did a little jump. like it

didn't want him to leave.

"Ophelia, why don't you tell us what you know about the mark

and being chosen?" Drake said.

I focused back on Walter." There is a prophecy. A child

born with the feather mark, hair and eyes of the palest violet. The goddess

will rise through her great sacrifice. For she is chosen." I repeated what I've

been told for as long as I remember.

"And you think you're this child? Your eyes are violet. but your

hair is brown." Walter said. It was then the other girl in the room

spoke. "her hair is brown now. but that's not your natural colour,

is it?" Her gaze was focused on me. "No, it's not. my hair matches my eyes."

At that moment, that saying I heard made sense, the silence

was deafening.