Forgotten Descendants

Chapter 15

Our world is called the "Prophecy World" because it is said that two women, both passengers, will be half the blood of our world. In the many years to come, even if time is not reliable, the prophecy states that these two women...

Madeline turned the page but found them to be ripped out, "Wait, what?" Madeline said, flipping through all the pages of the book.

"I know, it just got to the good part," Damon said nonchalantly.  

 "Where are the pages?" Madeline said looking through the boxes in front of her.

"My guess is as good as yours," Damon said, just watching Mads look around frantically, "But hey, now you know what a passenger is, and what you can do. You even got some history out of it too. Does that mean Emma will take the spell off now?"

"Damon, just shut up," Madeline said, staring him in all seriousness.

"I am just saying. You don't need to get your panties all in a bunch," Damon began, "Why do you care so much about the prophecy?"

"I don't know, maybe because it talks of two women both having blood of this world, doesn't that sound familiar to you?" Madeline asked.

"Yeah it kind of reminds me of that movie, it was rated R, you would have liked it," Damon joke, making Madeline annoyed that he wasn't taking it seriously.

"Damon, this is serious," Madeline said, looking almost in defeat, "Emma and I both have blood running in our veins from this world. I don't think it is a coincidence."

"It probably is. What are the odds that out of all the people in the world, the prophecy is talking about you two?" and right when he said that, the book that they were just reading flipped open and the pages started to turn in the air. Damon and Madeline both moved toward it, "What are you doing?"

"I am not doing anything!" Madeline said, "Why are you blaming this on me?"

"Well, you are the witch here, and this feels really witchy," Damon responds. The pages kept on turning, and finally a page flew out of the book and landed in Madeline's hand. The page had a totally didn't texture than the rest of the book. It was smoother, and seemed to be newer than the rest of the book as well. It was tan in color, and right when Madeline looked to see what was written, or in this case, drawn, on the page, her heart dropped.

"You still think that prophecy isn't about Emma and I?" Madeline asked as she turned the page toward Damon. There, on the page, was a drawn picture of both Emma and Madeline. The details were down to the T. Right below the picture was inscribed:

Salvation from Desi Muth. Drawn 1836 by H. Mointene. ______

Emma had no idea where she was. She was in a large room that she has never been in before. It was a black room with gold inlay around the wall. The ground was black as well, most likely obsidian tiles. The ceiling was arched, almost like a church. She couldn't see that much in front of her, only two figures: one kneeling on the ground and one standing above. She started walking toward them.

"Hello?" Emma said, trying to figure out who the mysterious people were in front of her. After she spoke, they did not turn toward her, almost like they didn't see or hear her. When Emma got close enough to see their faces, she stopped dead in her tracks.

The women kneeling on the ground was Madeline. She was wearing ripped jeans and a white Sweater. The white seater had red stains all over it, and Emma knew it was blood. She had a cut on her head, starting at her temple to left eyebrow.

Emma than directed her attention to the other figure, and who it was scared her even more. It was herself. Emma was dressed in a black corset dress, and her hair was blonder than it has ever been, it was almost white. She looked a little older, and if her face wasn't twisted in an evil smirk, Emma would have been proud of her makeup.

"Emma please, don't do it," Madeline said to dark Emma in front of her. Real Emma was kind of freaking out, she has no idea what was going on.

"Oh, Mads, I have to, I want to," Dark Emma smiled as she thrusted her hand forward into Mad's chest.

"Noooooo!" real Emma screamed as she ran toward Madeline. Dark Emma pulled her hand out of Mads chest, bringing Mad's heart with her. Madeline's body fell to the ground. Real Emma kneeled right next to it with tears in her eyes. The dark Emma had a smile on her face. She put her hand in front of her, and started crushing the heart in her hand.

"Goodbye, old friend," Dark Emma said, causing real Emma to scream.

And then she woke, with sweat dripping down her face. Her alarm was going off, but she couldn't process it. All Emma was thinking about was how she just saw herself kill Madeline, and it felt so real.

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Madeline was passed out on the floor of a new motel room. After Damon and her saw the photo of her and Emma drawn in 1836, they decided that their next mission should be to find the missing pages. Madeline knew the drawing wasn't part of the book, but someone must have left it there after reading it, and this person most likely was the one who took the pages. All night Madeline has been sitting on the floor of this somewhat sketchy motel room all night trying to do a tracking spell, and so far it was pointless.

She woke up on the floor with the book to her left, and a map and random herbs to her right. When she lifted up her head she saw Damon standing there, shirtless and with a towel around his waist. He had his hand on his waist and was looking down at Madeline with a smile. Madeline stared at his abs, and than his eyes, and then back to his abs. She was checking him out, and he knew it.

"Liking what you see?" Damon asked, which made Madeline's heart jump, "Take a picture, it would last longer." and of course his snippy comment just had to rip Madeline out of her trance.

"Put some clothes on," she said as she pushed herself off the floor and jumped onto the bed.

"Any luck last night?" Damon yelled from the bathroom, as he got changed.

"None, zip, nada," Madeline said as she looked through the crack of the bathroom door at Damon. She couldn't see much, but she sure was enjoying it.

"What time did you fall asleep?" he asked, "I woke up about two hours ago and you were passed out on the ground. I would have moved you, but your a light sleeper and I didn't want to wake you, but I did get you a blanket." Madeline looked over the edge of the bed and saw that there was in fact a blanket on the ground that she must have kicked of in her sleep.

"I don't know, I think around four. I've tried all the spells I could think of, but all the ones I know are for tracking people, and we are looking for an inanimate object. Books don't have blood, so I don't know what to do," Madeline said in defeat. She tried the compass spell, but that didn't work. She tried the spell where the place the book would be would catch fire on the map, but that didn't work, and just caused unnecessary fires.

Damon emerged from the bathroom wearing a black button down and black jeans. He looked great in black, "Come on let's go."

"Where? I just woke up and I look like a zombie on crack," Madeline said, snuggling in with the blankets on the bed. She wished she fell asleep up there, but at 4 AM she was so tired she was basically in a coma.

"Well, I was going to say that in nicer terms, but yes you need to take a shower and get ready, but after that we are going to hit the town," Damon said with another smirk.

"Damon, I can't. I have to figure out what spell to use to track the missing pages," Madeline said.

"That's exactly why we need to go. You need to relax, because right now your all pent up with stress. Come on, let your hair down. I want to meet drunk Madeline," Damon said, which earned a laugh from Madeline.

"Trust me, you could not handle drunk Madeline," she said.

"Is that a challenge?" He flirted as he sat on the end of the bed she currently resided on.

"Fine, we can go out, but only for two hours, because than I need to start working on a spell," Madeline said as she stood up and walked into the bathroom.

"Okay deal," Damon said as he moved up on the bed to take Madeline's recently vacated spot.