CHAPTER 2: THE PROPHECY

LIN ONGRO

The atmosphere between us is electric, the kind of connection that’s grown over ten thousand years. Akilhi stands in front of me, and I lean back against the wall, my arms resting on his shoulders. He pulls me closer, his hands on my waist, and our lips meet in a deep, lingering kiss. It’s tender yet intense, as if time itself slows down. His lips are soft, and his tongue dances with mine, fresh and warm. There’s an undeniable rhythm between us, one that feels both natural and urgent.

As we move towards the bed, Akilhi’s hands slide down my back and grip me firmly, pulling me against him. I feel the weight of his body as he lowers me onto the mattress, his hands exploring my body, squeezing my chest as if testing how much of me he can feel at once. My hand moves to him instinctively, finding its place, and I begin to rub, slow and deliberate. The moment feels like it's building towards something bigger, something inevitable.

Then, the door slams open.

My father storms in, fury etched across his face. "What did I say about no sex before marriage?!" Before I can react, a beam of blinding light shoots from his hand, slamming into Akilhi and sending him crashing to the floor.

“Dad, what did you do?!”

He doesn’t even look at me. “What I have to!” His voice booms with authority, his anger seething. “This—this stupidity! Kissing, touching—this wasn’t how your mother and I loved each other at your age. You need to stop this now. Both of you! You’re to meet me at the Council of Elders, understood?!”

“Yes, sir,” I mumble, my heart racing as he storms out, the door slamming shut behind him.

I immediately drop to the floor beside Akilhi. He’s breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. His face is pale, eyes wide with shock. "Are you okay?" I ask, my voice trembling with worry as I help him sit back up on the bed.

“I’ll be fine... I think.” He takes a shaky breath. “What… what the hell did he hit me with?”

“Photon energy,” I explain, glancing at the door to make sure my father’s really gone. “It looks like light, but it’s powerful. He absorbs energy from the sun, channels it through his body.”

Akilhi shakes his head, rubbing his chest. “I’ve never felt anything like that. I couldn’t breathe.”

I help him sit up straighter, still unsure if he’s fully okay. "Rest here a bit. My dad wants us at the Council building, and after what just happened... I don’t know what else he’s going to do."

Akilhi nods, wincing as he tries to regain his composure. “I’ll meet you there… just need a minute.”

I give him one last worried glance before heading out, my heart pounding in my chest. My father’s anger still echoes in my ears, and I can’t shake the feeling that the worst is yet to come.
Finally Akilhi shows up in the meeting. Few minutes later, a man appears among us—a slim, frail figure with blood-flecked, wrinkled skin, dressed in tattered, moth-eaten clothes. He is Nathan, a man with no powers, no weapons, no strength. But he possessed something far more valuable—the spirit of El-Shaddai, a wisdom that transcended physical might.

Nathan's voice is shaky as he delivers his prophecy. “Erebus will be chosen as the next emperor,” he said, his words cutting through the air like a blade. “But his rise to power will bring crisis to Megan. He will conspire with Goliath, one of the Sentry Giants, to plunge this planet into chaos.”

The response from the gods are immediate and scornful. Laughter echoes through the air, mingling with insults and the sharp sound of stones being thrown. “You know nothing of leadership, old fool!” one of the gods sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Nathan endures it all—the mockery, the pain, the disdain. But he stands his ground, his eyes shining with the certainty of his vision. “I have done my part,” he said, turning to leave. “Now it’s time for you to do yours.”

To be continued….