Cipher Code {complete}

Chapter Forty: They Sing, Write And Dance. •EDITED•

"I may not be omnipresent but there is little a person can hid from me," he admitted then cleared his throat. "Three families, side by side, watch the passing world and it's changing fate and seasons; they blooded with veins of the dragon, they who bare the crown of royalty, they who live forever young; responsible for it's recreation, rebirth and resurrection as long as the cycle of history remained untarnished."

"Draekon, Roya and Yong." Dawn said with a frown. "It was prophecy."

"Yes, I had my Roya and my Yong. We changed the world as rivals but you lot are all friends." He laughed. "History repeats itself in the funniest of ways."

"That is why you're telling," she said. "I'm the Draekon that knows both Elton and Corey, not any of your other beautiful children. I'm not expendable after all."

The smugness in her tone was unparalleled.

"Yes," he crossed his arms, "you are correct. I didn't see it coming. I think of it as the Code's slap to my face."

"Blame the Code then!" she said. "I had nothing to do with it."

Once again, he ignored her. "You are responsible for recreation. A Draekon always outlives the others, remember that. Corey is the most likely to die, and his death-or actions-will bring about an awakening, a new world."

"And Elton?" The professor tried to ignore the possible death of her friend, chanting at the back of her mind that her father's words could not be trusted.

"Nothing. He is not the they spoken about in the prophecy. Resurrection takes two and because of this reason there has never been a complete ending, even in my time. Resurrection is death and life. One needs to die so the other can live. Two become one. Ying and Yang-something mystical like that."

Dawn gaped at her father, more focused on his last sentence than anything else. "You read 21st century articles?"

"Child, I came from the twenty-first century." He got up from his seat, slowly rising as though the weight of his body was too heavy to bear.

"The Yongs are supposed to be the fixer-uppers," he chuckled, "when the rest fail, they spring into action. But there has never been a Yong who fulfilled the prophecy, and altogether that means the prophecy has never been completed until now."

"It has been completed?" Dawn asked, stunned by the fact.

"Yes," her father turned his over and suddenly he seemed to have aged, "take this, it should keep you safe until you meet them."

In his hand was a pendant, a blue teardrop with golden sparkles floating within it, and in the next instance the necklace was settled on her neck.

Dawn didn't even see it happen.

"Where are you going?" She looked up at her father, his face no longer that of a teenager but one of a tired, old man.

"The Order will fall, eventually. I know that. Just don't let the nation I and Mordecai built together go down with it."

"Father, why are you telling me this?" Dawn repeated the question, hoping to get a more significant answer this time.

Instead, she got more musings.

"Your mother was the only woman I loved, she was pure and kind and yet she was the only woman. . . the only woman that ever left me. You look just like her but you are nothing alike, different tempers and attitudes. . . Rhea Lee is the perfect daughter but her own mother was cruel and abandoned her. Yet she is just like your mother in everything but appearance."