The prophecy of Eliza

the start

It was no longer twilight, OKASIA known by its castle"CRYSTAL", was swallowed in such a blackness. that night, was a rainy one. Dark gray clouds covered the sky, only letting a few rays of feeble light slip past the barrier.

The rain poured on endlessly, battering the roof like a hail of bullets, turning the sidewalks and roads into vast lakes of dull, walls of water; the tumult of the storm. it was hammering on the window like the relentless drumming of nails...

The monotonous sound of raindrops blended with the occasional whoosh of the breeze through the treetops. Everything was bleak, gray and dreary...

Rain gave new life to the whole atmosphere. It is the well-known and beautiful phenomena of nature; charming; fascinating; ravishing; adoring and joyful beauty.

Standing in front of the tower window, was the one and only Douglas De Vil, admiring the view of an artistic picture being momentarily pointed in front of him. His arms folded across his chest, his thoughts were foggy. He was trying to understand what his adorable wife meant by 'something is wrong'. For him ,life couldn't get more perfect. He has by his side the beautiful and powerful Sarah Whisper and soon a child of his own but...

 he was anxious. His Sarah was never wrong. How could he take the bliss of god, his own poetry that brings serenity no matter the chaos in life. "Bite off more than you can chew" he told himself.

But he thought were interrupted by the soft touch of his dearest.

"My treasure, what did you see wrong in this blissful night?" He inquired, worry evident over his face.

"I could not understand the vision my love, it was so nebulous" She whispered softly, like a melody to his ears.

"It doesn't matter"He said, turning to face her "What matters is that we are together, you, me, and our new Tresor" he said caressing her rounded belly.

"Yes forever, my love"

He smiled at the powerful yet soft garden of the crystalline.

"What are you looking at my love?"she asked him, smiling.

"At you my love, you are like this rain, "he kissed her temple "Really my love?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at his statement

"Yes! The best part of the beauty is that which no picture can describe" he told her.

"Rain is sent on the just and the unjust" she told him making him raise an eyebrow, but he didn't question her further. He bent a little so he could taste her beautiful lips again but something stopped him.

"something is really wrong   " he declared like a realization

"What do you mean love?" she scowled

 "I don't feel the sparks, the sparks between two pure souls of the powerful magician and the keeper witch"his brows drew together in a delicate frown.

"You will feel them if you show me your love in a pure and tender kiss, " she put her arms around his neck and stood on her toes.

He smiled at her and kissed her softly.

A fractal of a second passed and like an acid, a warm liquid flowed down his throat; his eyes were burning; his breath became instantly heavy; his hands held his throat, then he heard a soft gasp.

His gaze met hers and his expression became horrendous.

There, a few feet away from him, was standing no one else than Sarah whisper "How?" He looked again at the woman in front of him, his gaze that held so much love, was now murderous.