Have Faith In The Tale

• Monique Abdilla
• Short Story
• 2013

England 1895

Just two days, but two days could feel like weeks, months, years or even centuries, and it could have been for all the information those days held. Four girls that were once carefree, riding in the meadow, telling secrets in the stables and performing in the barn, were now getting ready for the anniversary of their fathers' alliance as burdened children. The worst part, they didn't even now half of it, the only thing they knew was that one of them could die tonight. Two days, just two painful days that were leading up to the moment of truth, soon those four girls would find out exactly what this information meant because at 10:00pm, all five girls would have to join hands.

It was time, the girls listened as the host of tonight's party called out their names, tentatively at the girls stood up and made their way to the stage where everything was about to happen, the girls started singing and soon they were singing louder than before. When they finally joined hands, a bond pike like no other was created, so powerful that it took possession of those who created it, rising them up into the air and creating for around them. The four girls started to chant their prophecy, replicating word for word what had been said by the very person standing beneath them. Soon they came down, each mumbling something in a different language, soon those mumbles became screams as one of the divine girls had her throat slit.

England 1997

The old seer had waited 102 years for this moment, finally the five daughters of eve were reborn, as she looked into the first child's eyes, she could feel the power coursing throughout the little girls veins, somehow the old seer had a feeling that these were the ones, who would finally free them from the darkness, as the old seer watched the now sleeping child she decided to chant the prophecy in her head,
In the year of 1895 they will be born
Four daughters of eve, by destiny drawn
Their powers growing with age and might
Their homes filled with darkness they must fight
Once they meet a grave future awaits
Two months after that meeting date
Their future still so unclear and grave
Testing their bonds together they must stay
If they are to successfully defeat
The darkness at their very feet
A twist put into their treacherous life
Their souls bound in death causing much strife
They must break the bond on deaths grip
From this curse they must slip
For if they fail the end is nigh
More than a century must go by
Until they meet in another age
To once again unlock our cage
Time will bring them together when it's right
The more you force it the worse they'll fight