Post by ITD Admin on Apr 18, 2007 9:00:13 GMT -5
“Please…” The woman begged, down on her knees. Her dark eyes showed her fear as she looked at the man who she recognized from her school days. The blonde man looked at her. She was covered in cuts. Deep cuts caused by the silver knife he held in his hand. Blood had flowed freely when he first sliced her flesh but now, it stopped. He had always been fascinated by blood. Tossing the knife at her, he advanced towards her. The woman, one Rosabelle Lionel, remained where she was. He could sense her fear and there was something else. The cold wind blew, rustling the leaves. The blonde man stopped short as she started speaking, in an ethereal voice.
The woman just had a vision. Her eyes closed for a moment before opening them. The fear was still there but this time there was defiance. She picked up the silver knife, which had landed beside her and slit her own throat before Alexander Foxx could do anything. It was there in Little Hangleton that the prophecy was heard.
Twelve young men and women have been chosen
Born in every month of the year
Each has been blessed or cursed with gifts
All have the power to transform
Willing or unwilling, their sides have been decided
They are destined to meet in Hogwarts
Their lives intertwining
Each unique in their own way
Which side will triumph you ask?
That is where everything becomes a little bit grey
But one thing is for sure…
They will all be In Too Deep
Born in every month of the year
Each has been blessed or cursed with gifts
All have the power to transform
Willing or unwilling, their sides have been decided
They are destined to meet in Hogwarts
Their lives intertwining
Each unique in their own way
Which side will triumph you ask?
That is where everything becomes a little bit grey
But one thing is for sure…
They will all be In Too Deep
The woman just had a vision. Her eyes closed for a moment before opening them. The fear was still there but this time there was defiance. She picked up the silver knife, which had landed beside her and slit her own throat before Alexander Foxx could do anything. It was there in Little Hangleton that the prophecy was heard.