Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Finish That Thought #9

In my first foray into Alissa Leonard's Finish That Thought flash contest, I decided to visit some old characters from my 2012 NaNo novel (that I still haven't finished yet... sigh). They've been chattering in the ol' noggin so maybe it's time to bring them back out to play.


Incomplete Discovery

If Alana had known David would be there again, she would’ve brought the books she found in the Wardville Archives. She wasn’t expecting to see him until that evening at her house once he was done at his worksite. As it was, she only had copies of the pages she thought were the most important. They would have to be enough for now.

Momma’s Kitchen where they normally hung out while they worked through the mystery of Alana’s family and what the Destroyers wanted from her. They had breakfast at their usual small table in the back that morning.  Alana was still at the same table, but had come and gone several times throughout the day in her trips back and forth from the Archives.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Alana asked, making room for him at the table, pushing aside her various papers and her half-eaten plate of food.

 “Dad kept shooing me away, telling me he could finish up just fine without my help,” David replied with a shrug and sat down next to her. “Plus, I think he is more worried about what is going on with the Destroyers’ attacks than he is letting on.”

“Oh, really? Why? He sounded so relaxed when we were at your parents’ house the other night.” Alana started rubbing her triskele pendant, a habit she found herself doing more and more.

“He’s just acting weird, not like himself. Tense. Asks about you constantly.”

Alana looked at David with concern etched across her face. “So what does that mean? Does he think we’re going to lose?”

“No, not exactly…”

“That’s not encouraging,” Alana said flatly, roughly grabbing the top piece of paper from the messy stack and pulling away from David.

“Just being honest. He’s got a different mindset about how to handle this, how to handle the Destroyers than we do. However, he hasn’t seen the things we have.”

“No, he certainly hasn’t,” she muttered, shivering as she remembered.

David rubbed her arm and changed the subject. “Did you find out anything new today?”

“Yes, you’re going to want to read this.” Alana replied, handing him the piece of paper.

His eyes jumped across the page as he read aloud:

“A-waiting, gath'ring o'er, an evil lurks
For years will pass and storms will brew, to all
to lead to confrontation's final test.
To death, Destroyers fight before the Fall”

David let the page drop to the table, his face stunned. “Is this what I think it is?”

Alana nodded. “I think so. It’s the prophecy that we’ve been looking for all this time, but it doesn’t seem complete! Only one stanza and the bottom of the page is ripped. There has to be more.”

“Where in the Archives was this?”

“It was stuffed in the appendix of one of the family ledgers. I have no idea what book it was a part of originally.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep looking. This is too important.”


495 words


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