How It Begins...
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Like a switch, the attic awakened. As it stirred, curtains swayed throughout the house and the temperature dropped a noticable amount. The gallery buzzed with an energy like none felt before. The attic felt the air around it, seemed to breath a sigh in the form of a mysterious gust of wind, and then was still.
It is time. He is of age. Let it begin...
Meanwhile, life went on as usual on the main floor. Cole dabbled in finger paints in the living room, and Marissa cooked the evening meal. It was only when goosebumps raised themselves on Marissa's arms that realized anything was amiss.
"Brrr, it got quite chilly all of a sudden, didn't it, Cole?" she muttered. Taking off her cooking mits, she ambled into the living room, making a beeline for the thermostat. 59 degrees. Far too cold, even for summer. She twisted the notch up, and was dismayed to see that the frigid air remained. The lights suddenly flickered as well, which caused Marissa to grow frustrated. "Ugh, this lousy old house, I swear... I just called the repairmen last week." She reached for the phone when a voice, familiar yet strange, halted her hand mid-air.
"Mama?"
Marissa turned. Before her, standing at a full 5 feet, was Cole. But it was a very different Cole-- he had grown.
"Cole!" Marissa shreiked, dropping to the ground to smother her son in kisses. The boy grinned from ear to ear. "Mama!" he said again, "Mama, I've botten bigger, I've--"
No sound came from the boy. When his mother lifted her head, she realized that his usually animated face held no expression. Hands limp by his sides, he did not move. And when he opened his mouth, a voice so very unlike Cole's said:
"The days of Prophecy are upon us.
Too long, the House of Souls has lain fallow-
Waiting for their destinies.
Now... to each Soul a Destiny,
To each one a Purpose.
What little you know, how more must they grow-
Before their destinies are fulfilled?
These two are the first. More... shall come."
Marissa gawked. "Cole? Cole, what are-" she could not continue. Her son was not done.
"One child shall kill it's mother...
The other...her eyes shall see as the master of her people."
And, as if an invisible magician had snapped his fingers, it was over. Cole was back. He blinked, looking around the room as if he had just remembered something very important, only to forget it again. His bright hazel eyes turned to his mother.
"Mama? Why are you crying?"
