The Prophecy: Chapter 5

The Prophecy

“That son of yours is going to get himself a fine licking,” Lacky’s mom said.

“Well, I will let you take care of him; I wana talk to the Flintwoods so they will put a chain on that son of theirs. He is up to no good if you ask me.” The disgruntled father exasperated. On the road to Hulken’s house, Lacky’s parents discovered that the clouds were darker than normal. “It look’s like it might rain soon, we should hurry up.” Many of the roads in Rabboth top were overgrown because people did not travel very much. The roads were also made of dirt so anyone riding in a carriage did not make good time. Luckily for Lacky’s parents, they decided to take horses because of the possibility of rain and because it was the fastest way. When Lacky’s parents arrived, they both parked their horses, tying them to a fence. Lacky’s father approached the porch. He walked up the stairs with a seemly calm appearance; however, his intentions were of a different nature.

“Knock! Knock!” The door was made of solid wood and had a certain acoustic sound to it when knocked on. The sound was reverberated throughout the Flintwood’s farm when Mr. Baner, Lacky’s father, put his arm down. Because the Flintwoods were out looking for their son, they were not home. When no one came to the door, Mr. Baner knocked on the door a second time.

“Hello? Anyone home,” Mr. Baner said. “Hey look dear, there is someone walking from that hill over there in the distance” Mrs. Baner said. “Well, It might be little Mary Flintwood” Mr. Baner answered.

“Hello? Oh--hey! What a surprise? What are yall doing here?” Mary Flintwood said as she walked up to the Baners.

“Is Mr. or Mrs. Flintwood home?”

“No, they went looking for Hulken, he did not come home last night, They thought that he might be at yalls house or something, they got real concerned and went around the community asking around to see if anyone knows were he is” Mary said.

“Well we are looking for our son as well; we thought that he would be over here because Hulken was over at our house last night. My son left with Hulken for yall’s house last night”

“We did not know that”

“Yea, Hulken said that someone was chasing him, I thought he was lying because I lit my safety fire and I saw nothing. This is really bad news!”

Having a sense of guilt for not believing Hulken, Mr. Baner put his head down in shame as he and his wife walked back towards their horses. “What should we do now?” Mrs. Baner asked.

“I don’t know, I guess the same thing that the Flintwoods are doing” Mr. Baner said.

Meanwhile, back in town, “what did you say?”

“I said, have you seen a tall, white, blond, brown eyes, 17 years old walk around” Mr. Flintwood said.

“Nope, I have not seen anyone like that. I don’t know if you’re asking in the right area sir, not too many of today’s youths come around these parts if you know what I mean sir.”

“Yes I know, well my son is no ordinary youth, he is always looking for new places to explore or go running off to.” Mr. Flintwood said. The thought of getting no where with his search, Mr. Flintwood decided to head over to town hall to tell the mayor about his missing son.

When Mr. Flintwood arrived at the grayish stoned wall of the citadel, he looked up at the sky and noticed that it was close to exploding with water. “I don’t like the looks of this,” Hulken’s father said. A page boy opened one of the main doors of town hall and told Mr. Flintwood, “Mr. Launy will see you now.”

“Just great, it is about time”

“Right this way,” the page boy said. While on the way to see the mayor, Mrs. Flintwood and Toront talk about the whereabouts of her son. “Did he come by anytime? We have not seen him all day?” Arial said.

“Nope, sure haven’t. He’s probably over at Lacky’s house. Those two just cannot be separated nowadays” Toront said.

“Thank you, you’re always welcome over. If you find him before we do, make sure he gets a good whipping.” Arial said. Arial began her journey home without finding a single clue to where her son might be. When she walked across the plain, thoughts of abduction came into her head. Hulken was always good with a sword and very skilled at fighting; however, she had always known why her son was so adventurous and good with the sword. These qualities are no mere coincidences, she new something that her husband did not even know about their son. Although Arial was born in Rabboth Top her maiden name was Arial Caelum. When her family moved to Rabboth Top, she was just a little girl. She had always told us that she moved to Rabboth Top with her Great grandmother because of the opportunities it had to have a simple life. My Great Grandmother Caelum was always a gentle person who had a genuine laugh. She could calm anyone just by her humorous regard for life. Although my Great grandmother was very sincere and gentle, when one tried to question her about my Grandparents there would always be a silence in the air that would foreshadow an unpleasant memory. My Great Grandmother told us that they had died oversees from a lung illness. The origins of my mother and Great Grandmother were very mysterious to me. Although they said to have come from the great city of Yanir, the once capital city of western Ithium, they both looked as if they came from a different land.

“I think I know what is happening here, they have finally come for my third born son,” Arial said to herself. “I should have known they would come sooner.”

The fact of the matter was that Arial was really from an ancient tribe of air nomads. The air nomads roamed the skies back in the days that the Oruscan’s lived on Ithium. These nomads were the ones who the Oruscan’s entrusted flight to. Not only is it rumored that these people carried with them the knowledge of flight; but, they also were said to have had the Oruscian royal blood in their veins. When the Oruscan’s left this planet, they knew that if the Casrillians ever showed up that these nomads would be able to lead Ithium. These Air nomads existed before the Oruscians and were said to have mystic powers which would let them fly above the clouds. Because of the immense potential these nomads had, The KOTL made sure that they were hidden and kept secret. The KOTL had mistakenly put too much of a grip on the lives of these nomads and they were said to have disappeared from there supervision on their own accord. Because it was impossible to fly without being noticed they were rumored to have lost the power of flight.

During the Great Surface War, a war that ultimately lead to the loss of advanced technology for all of Ithium, the Patrons of Younic, ones who pledge their existence to solitude and the devotion of the supernatural, suggested that Ithium would need to obtain true peace in the Time of the Black Sun. The time of the black sun is a prophecy that will engulf all of Ithium and will either be the destruction of Ithium and all life in the universe or a cosmic anomaly that would generate an unknown path for the cosmos. They have said that there will be a man who is born from a certain mixture of royal bloodlines who will pave the way for Ithium to be united. The ancient prophecy the Younics foretold is as follows:

Only when two royal lines mix together without guidance, he shall be born. He will have the mark of the sun and earth tattooed on his back. He must not be the first born son, nor will he be ordinary compared to his piers, he will not Unite Ithium by his words, He will gain flight when he becomes free with truth, he will open the keys to Ithium’s mysteries when the passion of his desire is conquered by love, he must be mentored and taught be his righteous ancestors or else his decision on the final hour will be clouded in chaos.

“I could have never guessed things would turn out this way.” Arial said. The mysterious royal bloodline that the prophecy had not told of was puzzling her. Arial thought she had figured it out. “Flintwoods have lived in Rabboth Top for generation after generation; they must have changed their royal name to Flintwood to disguise their origins.” Arial said. The pieces were all coming together for her; however, The Flintwood name was common in Rabboth Top and was obviously not royal. Arial’s assumption was a little off. The history of the Flintwood name even to Dale was a mystery. Grandfather Flintwood said that they came from the shores of Carthian. Arial had devised up a theory. When the old Eastern Ithium dynasty was destroyed, the royal bloodline of Linnoway was not wiped out. She thought that maybe the Linnoway name turned into Flintwood because of the geographic position, the similarities in the name, and the Linnoway’s affinity for farming that the mysterious bloodline had to be the lost Linnoway’s; however, the royal bloodline of Dale Flintwood was much, much older, ancient, and more powerful than she had ever assumed…

“Mr. Flintwood, I am sure he is out playing with his sticks as if he was doing something productive.” Mr. Launy said.

“Well the matter of the fact is that he is not home, has not been seen, and some foreigner was asking about him. I am just concerned and no one has seen him.” Mr. Flintwood said as if the matter of his soon being lost was in of itself questionable. It was upsetting, even for the mayor to see Mr. Flintwood defend his honor at the court of Rabboth Top. Mr. Flintwood had ample leadership qualities and was known throughout the town because of his remarkable work down in the beautiful caverns. Mr. Flintwood was an honest man and had many eyes watching as he delivered his message to the council. “As the mayor of Rabboth Top, I find it appropriate that our resources available for a search party be used when the matter is concerning the town as a whole. I cannot and will not fund a search party for your son. The timing of his missing is not sufficient enough; however, I will be sure to let you know personally if anyone has seen or heard about his whereabouts.” Mr. Launy said. When Mr. Flintwood heard the decision he turned around with his head up high and walked down the corridor oblivious to the page boy’s instruction. The gloomy room where the council sat was so boorish to Mr. Flintwood that his pace was quickened more so by his envy of the outside color and air than the mayors decision to not fund a search party. “Oh, well. I think that if Hulken was captured he would be worth more alive.” Mr. Flintwood said to himself as he walked outside. The Rain started to thunderously pour down as if the heavens were crowded with water. The irrigation system that Rabboth Top had was so dry that the rain that came flooding down from the sky was like pouring water into an empty glass. “This shall be a good year for the crops.” Mr. Flintwood said to his soaked self as he rode onward to his farm…