IV : The Prophet's Song I

No eye as a witness to the face of the prophet on this land, some even call him a false prophet. No one believed him simply because he looks to old, killed because his words were so loud speaking about the truth, beheaded on the streets of a busy road, no justice is formed; his death was ignored and became festive. His body was thrown in the poor man's grave, no members claimed. Yet his book, teachings on his manuscript, was all events. A warning has been given, yet they've been blinded but his light, now here I am standing in front of the prophet himself covering his face with a bright shiny light.

I lay on my knees and felt a heavy attack on my emotions, I don't know what's going on… he never wrote about me, he never said he'd be face to face with the poor man. As I wipe my tears I saw the man beside him, on his right was a man wearing a white road, it was so white and pure, he was facing back, he was holding a good book, and a quill. His white hair and a mark on his nape were visible, but one this is very noticeable, on his right hand he was holding a sleeping child. The child looks like a girl, and her hands here on his shoulder, that man also had wings, a beautiful set of wings, as if he was a butterfly. On the prophets left, it was the man who I've encountered when I woke from the nap of her dark plans. Instead of a yellow robe, he was wearing an orange one, and those snake things were a bit calm. He also has a book, between his arm and body. His face however was the opposite of the prophet; his face was not visible for his hood covers his face, and the shadows covered his face. The prophet opened his hand to me, as if he was offering me a hug. But I couldn't move.

"Joseph Castlevine." I heard him call my name his voice was like a roar from a beast, he made my skin growl, and afraid. I can't turn my face on him, nor look down. "You reminded me of a fellow, travelling with my murderer. He was a reader of my prophecy. Listen, I've given you visions, I've been watching you from the moment you were born, I've seen your sins, your rightful acts, your improvements, and your growth." The muscles on his face form a grin. And I laugh to myself. It help me calm down a little bit.

"Whoops don't cry my little Rose." The man on the left said when his baby started to whimper. He stared to dance her around while humming a new heard lullaby. "I finally captured you in my hands and heart. I will not let you fall into trouble again, your father is here." He whispered his child. His child stared at me and I was here staring frozenly.

"Listen Joseph Castlevine, I want you to become my warrior." I stared directly where his eyes were located. Who am I really, I'm just a stranger for the black Queen before, later becoming the queen and still I am no one, but why me? I know nothing about all these strange happenings. I'm not a warrior, a knight, a magician, nor a mage. I'm just a poor boy, who pities the world. "I can see what you want me to be, I know you're asking a lot of question, but remember who I am." I simply nodded and lower my head. He then touched my forehead with his pointer finger and in a flash of an eye, I saw nothing but pure agony.

What the hell was that?

I instantly cried just simply seeing the world. It was so sad, and felt that hope and love didn't exist. I want to see that again, I don't want to speak about it, and I deeply want to forget about it. I looked into his eyes and felt melancholic. It's worse that what the Queen did. I saw her there though, she was laughing while laying on her golden thrown, drinking a glass of the fines red wine and being fed green grapes.

"You saw what would happened if you are gone, it bothers all us Joseph Castlevine, it's hard to admit but yes you will be the man who will save not the world,  but the universe." The man on the left said coldly. "You have no option; you are the only one who has a close connection to the Queen who survived her massacre during her own moment. Remember what I've told you before she transported you up in her hand. I can kill her myself, but it isn't your faith in life." He coldly continued.

"Don't need to worry Joseph Castlevine, I am your ultimate guide, Grave will be watching you from a far and you… you will learn how to love." The prophet said, he called me by hand motion and I walked towards him, he gets closed to my ear but with a blink of an eye I was in the middle of the city where every corner is covered with fresh blood. However, I know his story; he told me everything that I needed to do. I just need to think and act critically and still holding my freedom to choose my own faith.

I run as fast as I can while covering my body with the cloak I was given. I ran under the broken debris to furthered hide my identity. As I turn my head to get a glimpse of the Black Queen I tripped and hit my head on a stone, my visions began to blur as I felt that they were wrong about my faith, they all just wasted their time trying to motivate me to defeat this Black Queen, in the end, death was my true faith. I felt blood traveling from my cheek and after seeing my own blood I saw nothing but darkness.

"Save me…" I heard a whisper of a man, he sounded like he was dying, and as soon as I opened my eyes, my visions were clear. He was standing on a chair, ready to hang himself while his face became un paintable. He was clearly in need of help so I quickly approached him.  "I sold my heart to the woman I loved, I sold my soul to someone to play a game of love, I've broken and I have no more intentions. I want to end it here." He continued to cry and the moment I grabbed his foot to prevent him, I felt nothing and passed by him.

Oh forgot, I'm dead. I'm a ghost; I can travel from wall to wall, a soul. I watched the poor man, suffering to breathe as he hung, until after a few minutes, he's already gone. I watched his body moved with the air, and remembered something. I stood and left the room, it was night, the moon shines so brightly and the people were gathering from the far. I looked to the north and noticed something unusual. I wonder. Where the hell am I? I'm not familiar with this place, I don't think I've been here actually.

This must be hell.

I entered the crowd and saw a nicely dressed woman, dancing and having fun; beside her were big men as if they were guarding this woman with their long heavy sword. The crowd seems to enjoy her moves and they were cheering her. Then the woman went to the centre of the stage then there were silent, I managed to saw the face of the lady, and she kind of reminds me of the former queen. My opinion doesn't change; I'd prefer her over the black Queen. She opened up her arms and the people hugged her one by one, no matter how they look, poor, slave, tall or short, she hugs everyone. The moonlight shines into her and after giving the last man a hug, her smile fades away as the cold wind blew.

"Every one of you…" the crowd went silent and the sense of fear sparked within me. "Go to hell and suffer you all." Her guards began to swing their swords as the lady danced to the screaming sonata. She closed her eyes and danced, until one man swings his sword unto the neck of the lady beheading her in the process.

What the actual hell is happening? I don't get is, where am I?

"Wake up, Castlevine."

I gasped as my eye lips opened wide; I recognized a very familiar face with a blurry vision. I felt her hand wrapping my head with a med kit, and as soon as my visions were clear I've noticed were riding a wagon, and the Queen, well she seems to be distracted. In front of me, was the man on the prophets left side, if I remember correctly, the prophet called him Grave, makes sense because he killed the queen but resets, making it useless.

"How long is he a sleep when you found him?" Grave asked and the woman looked into her with a worried face.

"I don't know really, estimated about an hour… I thought it was just a dead body but I quickly notice his recognizable face." She said, and grabbed a glass of water and offered it to me.

"Valkyarie Redstar, were almost at the evacuation center please do hold Castlevine carefully, coz were about to jump from a cliff." I recognized the man being Galileo Cross and beside him was T.E. Conway. Well I guess they've survived.

I took my remaining energy to stand myself from resting from her lap and she quickly gave me a look. I ignored her and I looked at road and well at the back if the giant black Queen, until I noticed something, she's not looking at the back, she was looking at me, with her original size body. I can tell it because her giant body felt like moving, as if she's grabbing something. It took a while but my eyes widen when a giant rock flied towards our direction.

"You might want to force that horse to move faster!" All eyes were focused on me, and the moment I pointed at the rock everybody's face changed, except from Grave who remained cold as usual, and didn't care about death. I felt the horse became slightly faster but it gave me a shocked when suddenly I felt the wagon fly, and I was grabbing the wood as much as possible while still worrying about the rock, slowly coming towards us.

We landed on the other side and the impact I'd made my head hurt more,  my eyes were closed but suddenly I was back to where the prophet stood.

"I will tell you again Joseph Castlevine, listen to my warnings, I will send a rain, a rain mixed with acids and blood, avoid the crowd, death to those people who won't listen to your words would suffer during life, and death. Preach my word, Grave will help. " again the muscles on his face moved forming a smile before sending me back to the road. Grave was looking at me and when I made eye contact with him he turned away. I looked and suddenly I closed my eyes again, as dust scattered everywhere, I cough, and covered my face.

Valkyarie looked scared as she cough but with the help from the dust of the Queen's failed acts, T.E. Conway stood up and after passing a huge rock on the side of the road, he spoke a bunch of words eventually opening up  this mysterious tunnel that came from no where. Galileo Cross, then made the horse chill out as soon as we entered. The road was dark, but after a few minutes a light was visible from the tunnel eventually reaching what seems to be an untouched colony of people, it was a new city in my eyes and it felt like there was a secret fifth island in this country. It was massive and I felt betrayed, knowing this place is new to my eye.

We quickly left the wagon and I looked around, there were familiar faces that isn't from here, and new faces probably from this part of the land. We went to the market halls, as a man guide the three of us into the city, and eventually staying in a inn, Valkyarie introduce us into our rooms and as soon as I sat in my bed, she came inside my room. She closed and the door and heard her locking it, she approached me touching my cheeks with her two hands while giving me an uncomfortable stare.

"I've been wanting to hide you Joseph Castlevine, Grave mentioned that the people heard the news of you being controlled by that Queen, and the people wouldn't understand your situation. I believe you became her puppet, like what he said, but please do verify my statement." Her tone changed, it reminded me of my mama, her mad tone felt similar. Where is she, I hope she's fine.

"I was controlled by the small black Queen, I know you've probably seen her, that Queen being held by the giant Queen." She nodded at me and slightly squeezed my cheeks more. "Can you stop? It kind of hurts." Her eyes then changed moods and let me go, but with her killer stare, I was honestly afraid.

I remember the moment she was born, we were only two thousand years apart, in age. Her mother was joyful at her birth, but her father was busy with the business that they've work. She was from the third island, one of the poorest island, making the slaves very common. Her father always wanted to have a son, not a daughter, she had an older brother, but I saw him died during the march of the black Queen. Her childhood were a mystery, I heard stories that her father abandoned her at Asuhattel, and she grew alone there working at the market. Eventually,  her hard work from that country eventually made her come back here to get revenge from her father, but after she returned the story remained a mystery. She knows me before by name, but she doesn't personally know me, vice versa, exept I know these details.

"Joseph, listen… I don't wanna see another death of a special someone alright, I know we are allied with the death himself, but we don't really know who is he… I wanna protect you at all cost, I will follow you from now on alright?" her tears began to drop and I helped her wipe it out. I was about to give her some comfort but then she gave me a kiss, on the lips, she pushed me away after and cried once again. "W-what was that?!" Her tone changed all of a sudden, from an agony to fear. I checked the areas of my mouth using my tongue and I didn't felt anything strange.

"S-sorry… what did I do?" I asked. She covered her mouth catching her breath and she cried even more.

"I see no day, death all round, you… you were there, with the Queen… who are you? What are your secrets? Why is the world that cruel… that moment I touched you lips, I saw everything." She continued to whimper and I remained silent and didn't answer.

Why does it have to be me?

After a few moments of silence I heard a knock on the door, I stood and opened the door, I'm now faced to face with death.

"Preach the prophecy before its to late, look into the window… the darkness here is appearing, let the people know what the prophet tells you." He quickly left, and Valkyarie rushed to grabbed my shoulder, she looked at me dead in the eye and I simply nodded.

I left my room bringing nothing but a small sword, left the inn and wondered around. The light on the sky is almost gone, and even after being in a new place it felt depressing. I felt that Valkyarie pulled me, and when I turn over he was pointing at an empty stage. Somehow, she knows what I mean this time. We quickly ran towards the stage pushing some of the citizens to rush.

I heard a thunder struck from the sky and I'm not ready for the prophecy to be fulfilled. The last time a prophecy is fulfilled, it didn't turned good.

"People keep on bringing up this place, magician and mages myths that there is an underground basement that could fit the double population of this mystical island. Well myths are myths." I heard the lady who was cutting a fish, told.

Perfect.

I climbed up the stage and filled my lungs with pure air.

"Everyone, listen up… listen to my words if you wanna be saved!" Eyes were on me, but mostly of them ignored me. I took a deep breath again and I looked into the eyes of the interest. "I am the warrior of the prophet, and listen to my words." I th heard another lightning strikes and it felt near me.

"I recognize your voice… aren't you the black Queen's minion?"

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Queen - The Prophet's Song

Intro - Pre Chorus