Silly Little Stories

The Three Prophets

Five hundred years ago, three sisters by the name of Ze Black, Lyn Black, and Cry Black were born. Right away, their parents knew something was wrong. They encountered strange.. magic while around these sisters. Whatever it was, they soon decided to abandoned the small triplets. 

Four years passed, and these girls were now eleven, and they were learning slowly of their abilities. But soon, terror arose as a woman by the name of Delphine rose to power in the country of Adventa. This woman was a tyrant, killing and or dismembering several people. Her secret to success? Alchemy. The girls were alchemists also. Very skilled, naturally. They inherited the trait from their grandfather. They learned that they were born to destroy Delphine and bring peace to the country. But as time went on, they fond it harder and harder to practice. Soon enough, they were older women. Cry was well on her way to dying of a sickness when they faced Delphine. Because of her tyrannical ways, Delphine managed to stay young, strong, and fast. Cry was killed instantly. And with that, Ze managed to escape. Leaving Lyn there.

Just as Ze escaped, Lyn cursed her. The curse entailed every three generations of Blacks would birth female triplets who would be born with this magic. And so, as time went on, many triplets of Black descendant have tried and failed to destroy this beast. This generation, born August 17, 1923, are the final girls until the very confident Delphine does not rest until she kills every last Black..

  Will they succeed? 

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So hi, I like writing. I really hope no one steals any of it.. If I get followers and win popularity. If not, well that sucks.. But hey, no big deal. I’ll be happy if one person reads my stuff. So all in all, enjoy. I post short stories, stories I’m working on, and even an essay or two if I’m in need of some help. So yeah, thanks. Okay. Bye. 

I have a strange feeling I’m talking to myself.

First Writing Of This Blog.

Please excuse any errors or such while reading, it’s been a while. 

  “Will you please take my hand in marriage?” Eight words. Eight words. Her eyes filled with warm, salty tears. Eight words, that’s all it took. That’s why she was there, why she was marrying this man. She closed her eyes and let her tears fall down her pink cheeks, and followed the beat of her heart, god it was loud. Her mind revisited the younger version of the man standing in front of her. He was tall, and so full of life. But now, there he stood. A fake smile plastered upon his fake face. He had not been the man she fell in love with. He was different. His mouth, his eyes, his hands, his everything. She opened her eyes to a different man. A boy. He too had been crying. He was just a lost soul. She smiled, but the smile quickly faded. That wasn’t who she was marrying, that was someone else. His hair! It was darker, longer. His eyes, a vibrant blue. She looked at the priest now, who was busy reciting the script in his hands. Her heartbeat fell faster, into an uneven beat. Her eyes streamed down thick tears, not of happiness, what she should of felt. But of fear. Her mind flashed through old memories of that man. Her best friend, right? No! It couldn’t be. He was different. Her fingers started to grow cold as the man lifted it. He was now talking. Had it really been that long? She looked back on a crash. The boy next to her, it was him. Long, dark hair. Blue eyes, looking almost through her. He reached up. But now she was back. This was not the man she was set to marry. It was that boy. That was her best friend, that was the boy she had to have. She thought hard, but the only thing on her mind now was the faster heartbeat she carried. She thought it would pop out of her chest! She looked out to the crowd, and went back to that car crash. The boy was now setting his head on the steering wheel, blood inching slowly out. What was going on? Now all she heard was paramedics? She was confused. Her mind was now set on the wedding. Her heart felt like it was about to explode, finally, time or her to say ‘I do’. Could she? Of course. 

“I d-“

“Oh my god, I think she just had a heart attack!”