Chapter 1: Prophecy
• Thank you for reading •
The town of Wild Flower was a lively place, full of plants, flowers, and trees of every kind. Wild Flower kept it's lively spirit through every season because of the warm weather and great care they were given. The townsfolk were just as energetic as the plants. Always growing and never wilting.
Justin and Macy were two siblings living in Wild Flower, who also happened to be the children of the richest couple in town. Living in a mansion, most people assumed they were spoiled all their lives, but getting to know the children, you'd quickly realize that wasn't the case at all.
They always helped the maids around the house and did volunteer work in their spare time and earned most of the money they had. The children volunteered just about anywhere they could, whether that be at the library, church, or helping their best friend Eleanor with her garden, which they happened to be doing today.
Eleanor and her family had the biggest garden in all of Wild Flower and although the family took great pride in their garden, there was plenty of work that came with it and help from anyone was happily accepted.
"Justin, I'm ready to go whenever you are!" Macy called to her brother from the bottom of the curved staircase.
"I assume you two are off to help with the garden?" One of the maids suspected, eyeing Macy's stained, pastel yellow shirt and grassy, blue jeans. It's what she always wore when going to help Eleanor.
"Yes, do you mind telling our parents?" Macy asked whilst Justin ran down the black-carpeted stairs, tripping and nearly falling flat on his face a few times.
"I'm here!" He said, sitting down on the last step to put on and tie his old tennis shoes.
The maid laughed at Justin's chaotic entrance before replying, "Of course, I'll tell them as soon as they return from their meeting." Macy's expression dropped slightly.
"Hey," Justin said, noticing the slight change in his sister's mood and grabbing the girls attention, "we should get going and your hair looks nice, Macy." He got up and pointed to her french-braided blonde hair. It made her smile.
Macy took after her mother when it came to their appearance. They always wanted to look nice and greatly appreciated compliments of their looks.
"Let's get going, later Jess!" Justin called, pulling his sister along with him as he headed to the door.
"Be safe kids!" Jess, the maid, called out as she watched the children race through the driveway. She almost felt guilty their parents weren't here to wish them a safe trip instead.
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Old man Will sat in his old, wooden rocking chair. The old chair creaked as he gently rocked back and forth, but he didn't mind. With the comforting creak in the background, Will watched as people walked through and cars zipped by along with the birds chattering in the trees.
He peered over to the framed photograph of his wife that rested on the glass table as a warm feeling washed over him.
"Do you think today will bring anything special, Bethany?" Will asked the photo.
"Every day is special somehow, Will." She'd say to her husband with a smile so bright and contagious. Even though she wasn't there sitting next to him on the swing anymore, her words forever brought him joy.
"Oh, I hope those nice children stop by. I must speak to them before things get any worse." After the short chat with his beloved wife, he went back to staring at the road.
After patiently rocking back and forth for half an hour, Macy and Justin walked by.
"Excuse me!" Old man Will called out to the walking children. They both stopped and turned to face the old man, sitting by his old house.
"Hello, Will, can we help you?" Justin said, approaching the man.
Will got off his rocking chair and walked towards the children, "Actually, I believe I can help you."
"What do you mean?" Macy asked, standing next to Justin, suspiciously watching Will approach.
"Children," Will began and kneeled down in front of them, "a long time ago, about 50 years, there was a terrible accident. I'm sure you kids are aware of that."
"It was like, the worst thing that ever happened to this town, yeah." Justin reassured, worried about what Will might've been going through.
"What about it?" Macy asked, lightly tapping her foot on the ground every few seconds that passed.
"It's going to happen again." The man admitted, sadly.
The children gave each other wide-eyed looks before looking back down at the man.
"Uh, I'm sorry, but we have to go." Macy grabbed Justin's arm and started to tug him away.
"I understand that, be careful children!" Will helped himself up and waved to the children.
"Bye, Will!" Justin called, being dragged back to the path they were on before being stopped.
Will turned to face his porch, "I knew they wouldn't believe me, but I'm sure they'll listen eventually," He strolled over to the table, taking the photo of his wife and continued to go inside his home, "I just hope it isn't too late by then."
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"What the heck was that for?" Justin yelled, tugging out of his sister's grip.
"He's a crazy old man," Macy said blankly, "you can't honestly believe him."
"He was part of the big incident that happened all that time ago!"
"He probably has some sort of PTSD from the event." Macy glared at him.
"So? That doesn't mean you have the right to say that to him." Justin huffed, frustrated his sister was being so inconsiderate. Macy stared down at the ground, knowing her brother was right.
They walked for quite some time, getting closer to their friend's home, before either of them spoke again.
"What's wrong? You've been acting so different." Justin asked, concerned for his sister's well-being.
"I'm fine, Justin. Nothing is wrong." She claimed without looking at him.
"You are not fine. Sis, you don't have to-"
"Wait, shut up." Macy said, putting a hand up to Justin and turning around.
"Hey! I'm not-"
"Do you hear sirens?"
The siblings were quiet and listened closely, hearing sirens approaching. They glanced at each other as police cars zoomed by. Although there was still some distance to go, they could clearly see all the cars pull into Eleanor's house.
