The Prophecy

"At call of the owl, the dusk of the night and rise of the full moon, where the fluorescence of the moonlight touches the earth, The soil shall be soaked with blood and the air death. At the roaring of the sky, The new birth of the world comes with the awakening of the puissant, the Almighty, the supreme Alpha of alphas, Lord of lords, harbinger of death itself and in his hands, the supernatural realm shall either cease to exist or reign for eternity."

"what's that Deirdre?"

"its the prophecy of the foretold."

"Anything we need to be scared of Deirdre?" Emerson asks cautiously.

Emerson and Donald stood in front of a wrinkly lady whose eyes were completely pure white, her face held evidence of how long she'd lived. She was Deirdre, an augur. She was the oldest and is still the oldest werewolves.

She had her legs crossed against each other, elbows resting on her laps with palms facing the sky.

Emerson and Donald looked at the lady with sqinted eyes, they face each other and turn back to the old lady waiting for an answer.

Deirdre looks up and locks eyes with Donald. "No, not exactly!" She faces Emerson.

"Good! Then..... See you tomorrow Deirdre." Emerson looks at her waiting if there was something else.

"Sure Emer! Don't forget what I always tell you...." She pauses.

"To always be prepared for tomorrow as we don't know what it holds?" Deirdre nods carefully. "Sure, how can I even forget? You keep ringing it in my ears" Emerson rolls his eyes,he turns to Donald, "you coming?"

"No. You go, he'll be behind you." Deirdre blurts out seeing as Donald was about accepting Emerson's offer.

Donald's frowns and Emerson just taps his shoulder and walks off.

"Did Sheila have any visions of recent?" Deirdre asks cautiously.

Donald gulps a nonexistent saliva. Suddenly he looked nervous. He suspected Deirdre already knew what he and his mate had hidden.

"Listen Deirdre, Its not how it looks. Telling anyone about this prophecy could jeopardize the supernatural's only fail-safe.

It has to happen Deirdre, each events and its outcome, it has to. I'm so sorry I hid this from you."

"Is there more?" Deirdre looked confused. "I was going to talk about bringing the witch to me to maybe explain the prophecy."

"Bb..but you called Sheila?"

"I was just asking to know if there's more we should find about this prophecy since she's a seer, maybe she'd seen anything of recent? But I guess you've answered my question." With her white eyes staring blankly at him, it looked daunting and creepy?

Donald felt like a child, he'd just blurted out a...

"What is it Donny? If its a prophecy, its meant to happen unless we are able to alter it...."

"That's it Deirdre, we are not to. Altering it might not cause much damage now but later it'll come as an explosion scarring each one of us permanently."

"What is it?" She lifts her brows at him.

Donald gulps, "There's going to be a war which we all know and I think with this war, that's where this prophecy comes in." Deirdre furrows her brows in confusion. "Cheryl, the witch, she came here the other day asking about the rogues probably for a sacrifice or so...."