Just when everything seemed a bad dream for Peter Robinson who woke earlier that morning, believing he was dead, and Simon Sharp had a nightmare leading to the same, they competed in the same tournament only to find that all wasn’t as fictitious as they thought.
Simon and Peter got into the MG; they both knew something was wrong with the crow whispering to them and the Monk like figure they saw behind the trees. After Simon reversed the car to turn round, they faced a group of children. One in particular they recognised a young girl, with long blond hair but her eyes were lifeless as were the others. They began to chant some words of warning but also a plea for help.
You are the chosen ones we know that is true,
To fight against the evil demons that you once knew.
Katsbia has now gone with his head in a pile of dust,
But his son has arisen, killing and raping with lust.
The Dawn of the new world, a world without end
Fighting the fifty year war an outcome to depend.
On whether you have the fight to conquer the evil,
With blood on the streets and the work of the devil
You are the only ones; humans have to depend upon,
With people in our government full of corruption,
So heed the warning you immortals of the crown,
You must leave quickly for London from this town.
This is the fiercest test for you both to bear,
The rest of the immortals will meet you there.
Go to Westminster Abbey late tonight,
A spirit will lead you there holding a light.
So go yonder you brave immortal warriors,
Save us from the demons and more wars.
Take this sword and break the spell,
On this evil world of the living hell.
Simon and Peter stopped and looked at each other, then looked towards the young girl resembling Katherine Young who was killed at the restaurant and six other children who were aged between six and fifteen years old. She handed the sword to Peter, then with the others moved aside to let the two men go through slowly, staring at them with their dark and lifeless eyes.
The clouds started forming and the wind got up with trees shedding their leaves, falling on the MG. “Do you hear that?” Simon said to Peter then added, “Bloody Hell! They have disappeared,” as he looked in the rear view mirror only to see an empty and deserted car park with a solitary figure in a monks habit he couldn’t see a face, only darkness that looked straight at them as Simon put his foot down..
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