The Wizard's Mate: The Tearstone Chronicles

"Prophecy"

We walked into the camp and Luke had once again joined me. Grandfather Gallery disbanded his men and then motioned for Zebalta, Luke, and I to follow him. Once we crossed under the wall, there was a tunnel to go through. It was dark, but there were torches lighting the way. When we reached the other side, I was flabbergasted. It was a town that had dragons flying up in the sky. I looked up watched as the dragons sped through the air. “Are they safe?” I asked Luke, as I pointed to the sky. Luke smiled. “Yes, they are trained to protect the city.” He replied. I nodded and looked around, as we walked the streets of Minube. I noticed there were posts made from wood that had lanterns hanging from them. They produced the light for the town's streets. It was now night, so the lanterns were a nice addition. There were little shops that were under tents. It looked like a small little fairy village town. I found myself watching Luke . There was something about him that I could not put my finger on, and I was intrigued by him. I turned my attention back to the city. There was a woman selling big eggs. "Come get your dragon eggs! I got fire breathers, freezers, and water dragons!" she yelled as we passed by her mushroom hut. "Dragons eggs too?" I asked. Zebalta smiled. "Dragons are great, they are not all nasty like the fairy tales say." she said. "Yea," Luke spoke. "Dragons are actually companions to the archers and to the army of Elwood. They watch over their master, and if their master dies, then they die of a broken heart." he finished. "That's so sad, is their anyway to stop that?" I asked. "Luke smiled. "Well, the prophecy of the dream teller says something about it, I'm sure we can look it up." he finished. I nodded and continued to walk. There were fruit stands, I think. I saw some fruit that I did not even know existed. They looked to be fruit that only belonged in a painting or someone's imagination. Some shops were made from trees, and logs, and all sorts of different huts. I felt like I had shrunk to bug size and was living in the wild. We continued to walk and I took in my surroundings. There was a dress shop, a bakery that sold GumGum, which I found out was literally garbage baked into bread for certain creatures. There was a stable, a tavern, an inn that was called The Willow Tree, because it was literally carved out of a huge and gigantic willow tree. There was a blacksmith shop, with a blacksmith that had the nose of an elephant on the form of a human. He smiled and waved as we walked by. I waved back and so did Luke. There were so many shops with so many things. There was even a wizard store, and a pet shop with pets that I did not even know existed in the world. We came to a small shop that was called Warlock Enchantments. "Where are we?" I asked. Zebalta smiled and spoke. "This is Grandfather's shop. There are three floors. The first floor is his shop to sell enchantments. The second floor is Grandfather's house, and the third floor is Luke's house." she finished. I nodded and looked at the shop. Luke lived by himself? I was surprised he was alive? With the way he had gotten into trouble, I was sure he would have died from starvation. "How do all those things fit in this small little shop?" I asked. Luke smiled and took my hand. "Come and see." was all he said. "Way to be descriptive." I grumbled. We walked into the shop and it was small. It looked like we were in a hole; the shelves for the books were literally carved into the walls. There were fluffy rugs on the ground and I felt like I was in royal Persia. The walls had silk hanging from them and there were enchantment objects flying all around me. There were crystal balls with faces in them. Some of the crystal balls were all sorts of colors. There were cages with exotic birds in them, and they sang so sweet and spoke to me. “Pretty girl you are!” said one. “Luke! She’s too good for you!” said another. I shook his head smiled as Luke’s face turned a shade of red. He took my hand and continued to lead me through the shop. There were scrolls that floated and brooms that were sweeping all by themselves. I loved it. We followed Grandfather Gallery into the back room to see that there were three doors connected. In the center of the room was the most beautiful pool of water. I remembered Luke talking about this. "Is this the wishing well?" I asked. Grandfather Gallery turned to me surprised. "How did you know of this?" he asked. I turned to Luke who gave me a worried glance. I turned and looked at Zebalta, who was smirking. "I heard it from someone." I spoke. Grandfather Gallery's face twitched in concern and he grunted, looking at Luke with a disapproving look. Luke shrugged his shoulders and started to intently examine a spell book off the shelf. Grandfather Gallery turned to the wishing well and looked into it. "Let's find out about this prophecy, shall we?" he asked. I nodded and we all crouched around to see. With a swish and a flash of light the bubbles started to rise. I saw many people doing everyday things that I used to do. Then suddenly, my face appeared.

"Ah, here we go my dear." said Grandfather Gallery. "Let's begin." he said. I nodded and watched as he took what I thought was his wand and motioned toward my personal bubble. I knew it was mine, cause it had my face on it. It looked like a moving picture of me.

The next thing I knew a bunch of words glowed in a huge bubble that began to get larger and larger till it was the size of a chalkboard. The words were glowing red, almost like fire and brimstone. I watched and listened in awe, as Grandfather Gallery read the prophecy.