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jhk's journal (readers beware......)
hi, im jhk (but you already knew that, right?). well, this journal is about everything.......yes, everything, and that most likely will include you one day. so, see something you dont like? then BEAT IT PUNK!!! (thats right, im talking to you....
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this is more of the were story, continuing on from where it left off, in ch 5
“Excuse me, Sir, but do I have to join this group? Or do I have the option of pretending all of this doesn’t exist?”
He smiled, and said, “Leonard, if you wish to survive, you would do well to stay with us. The wolves will have found out what you are by now, and they would most surely try to kill you as soon as possible. Being inexperience, I don’t think that you would have a very good chance at survival.”
Julia stepped forward at this point, and brought forward something that I thought was insignificant.
“Sir, when he first arrived, I addressed him as ‘Master Leo’, thinking that it was him, and during the Hall, he survived without a single wound, and in record time.”
The elders all looked stunned at this news, and Scorpius frowned a little at this news.
“Tell me, Leonard, what does your tiger look like?”
“Could I just show you instead?” I asked.
“Yes, I suppose so.” I stepped back from Julia and Mary, and closed my eyes as Mary had told me to do. Instead of slowly picturing my tiger, I pictured all of the aspects of my tiger very quickly, trying to see if this would trigger the ‘quick phase’ Mary had told me about. I was rewarded with a slight tingle, a vivid image, and then nothing. I opened my eyes to see the elders stunned, once again. The sleeping white hawk, Professor Isabella, had even woken up and fallen off her perch. Julia looked shocked, and Mary looked at me with a smile tugging at her lips, and her head nodding slightly. I looked at Scorpius for his opinion, and surprised to see sadness upon his face. He stepped back, and pressed a hidden button in the wall. A portrait came out of a hidden recess behind the middle pillar, and it was a picture of a tiger. The tiger looked just like me, down to the last serrated claw. Under the portrait was an inscription. I slowly walked forward to read it. It read:
Leo
Born: Four-thousand years before the birth of Christ
Died: Thirty-eight years after the birth of Christ
‘A time will come when all seems lost,
A time will come when no hope is near.
A boy will come who will be a descendant of me,
Heed his words, or your lives will flee.’
“This was the first elder of the tree. This prophecy is the last thing he ever said. Since then, we have waited for you, Leonard. You are who he is talking about.”
 jayhkayjr · Mon Oct 27, 2008 @ 09:47pm · 0 Comments |
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