Legion of the Black: The Beckoning

I felt darkness taking over me again and I woke to see ashes failing from the ceiling. I wondered where they were coming from. They just seemed to be burning off the ceiling. I put the necklace back in my pocket and grabbed a bunch of the ashes on the floor. I blended them together and made a paint-like substance. I grabbed a fist-full and started drawing on the wall. I just kept applying the ashes on the wall, unaware of what I was even drawing.

All the graves of the ones remembered in a desert we call home

All the slaves of the cold December find a voice to call their own

Stand up we are united in the eyes of the greatest storm

Line up we are ignited, this world will be reborn in...

Five, Four, Three, Two, One

This is New Years Day- so rise from the ashes

Faith will find a way- like lightning crashes

We'll keep marching on and on and on...

It's New Years Day, so rise from the ashes

I backed up and saw what I drew, a F.E.A.R. soldier, but without the staff. I tipped my head and stared at it, as if it was supposed to show me something. I saw the black dispersed and I stood in front of the Prophet again. His deep baby blue eyes stared at my now black, tear streak face. Maybe I should have used waterproof if I knew what would happen today… He took another step towards me, his confused look turning into one of shock, acknowledgement, and… happiness? I don’t know, but shock and acknowledgement were definitely in his eyes. He stopped about a foot in front of me; I then notice how muscular his facial features are. His blues eyes bore into mine as I took in his physique. His vest was open, leaving his chest in view, and it was quite a nice view, if I may say. Eve, seriously? Now is not the time to check him out. I blinked my eyes to snap out of it and stared back into his eyes. I saw his lips turn up into a small smile and he spoke.

“Eve?” I just stood dumbfounded.

“Y-Yeah, h-how did you know my name?” He chuckled at my question.

“I can’t close my vest, because there aren’t any buttons.” My eyes widen. Did he read my mind or something?! “I’m going to go with ‘or something’.” He was smiling now, obviously amused. I gave a sarcastic ‘of course’ look. Yep, he read my mind. I felt normal now, like I’m joking with a new friend.

“Well, now that we established that, mind telling me where I am?” His face fell to a worried, serious look.

“You don’t know why you’re here?”

“No, I was sleeping in the stupid nut cell and opened my eyes to see you walking away from them digging…”

“Wait, you saw me?”

“Yeah, ever since I saw that girl getting killed.”

“You saw that?”

“Yes, what’s with these questions?”

“I thought only I could do that… how did you follow me, though?”

“I don’t know. I felt an urge to follow and I did.”

“You overcame the force…”

“What force?”

“You see, I can see when a Wild One is in danger, in my head. It’s like I’m there but I’m not. That is a force the Destroyer could destroy but I can’t be both. I can’t make any move to save them, if I’m too late in reaching them. You overcame that, eventually. You’re more powerful than me…”

“But… you’re the Prophet… aren’t the five leaders of the Legion the most powerful?”
“Yes. The only person that could be more powerful is…” His eyes widen and he didn’t speak.

“Prophet?” He stayed still. “Prophet!? Andy!” He snapped out of it.

“How did you know my real name?”

“Do you know Black Veil Brides?” I smirked.

“No.” Wow, shocker. Well this is a different realm…

“You and the others of the five leaders, in my world, are like this. But instead you guys are in a band called Black Veil Brides. Your music inspired and help other kids-the Emos, Scene kids, Goths; Outcasts, really. Like you do in this world.”

“Really?” He smiled at that.

“Yeah.” I remembered what he was saying. “What were you going to say? Who’s more powerful than you guys?” He became serious again.

“Our Matriarch…” I realized what he was saying. Wait, I overpowered him. I was more powerful than the force of a Destroyer… wait… was I their Matriarch?

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