Emerald Eyes *FIRST DRAFT*

A tale has long been told of the girl with emerald eyes. But this is more than just a story. Its a destiny...

Book 2 in the Chalson Chronicles. All rights reserved. Cover designed by Alicia Keyes.

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4. The Prophecy

My eyes snapped open, sweat drenching my face. I found myself covered by a soft fur blanket, holding the warmth in its folds. Pushing the fur off myself, I climbed shakily to her feet. Wet grass tickled my bare feet and the soft folds of a emerald green dress wafted around me. Where did that come from? Pushing back the chocolate brown leather of the tent that housed me, I took on the peaceful scene before me, completely different from last night. The smoking embers of a fire broke the coating of green and leather tents scattered the landscape, all the way to the lush green trees. Snow topped mountains rose up in the distance, so high they seemed to be holding up the heavens themselves, and sweet bird songs filled the air. A small circle of people sat just outside the tent, deep in discussion. The rustling of the tent door roused them form their discussion, heads snapping up towards me. Eyes full of fear and awe gazed upon me, making me feel uneasy

"Girl, come and sit. We've got lots to discuss," A man spoke, ginger hair falling in-front of his chocolate brown eyes. Unsure, I made my way over to the little group, seating myself directly in-front of the speaker.

"What's your name, girl?" His voice echoed in the silence.

"Evelyn. Who are you? Where am I? Where's my brother?" I demanded. I didn't trust these people. Not one bit.

"My name's Rasco. I'm leader of the rebels. Your prophecy has been told for many years now, Evelyn. Your brother is safe with us. He's with the orphans, being cared for. You're safe now as well."Rasco explained, as gently as his ferocious voice would allow.

"What prophecy?" I asked cautiously. The rest of the group flew in to turmoil, my not knowing surprising them.

"The prophecy, Evelyn, is the future. It tells of a girl that will save us all. You'll defeat Lady Opeh and release the nation from her evil rule,'" Rasco explained, his deeply scarred face coated in confusion.

"I'm sorry, but I think you've got the wrong person. I'm no hero. I've never even been outside the compound of my parents castle. Till now anyway" I said, sitting back, looking round at the company.

"You are the one. It's in your eyes. The colour of emeralds, not the chocolate colour like the rest of the world." A voice boomed. Looking up, I saw a handsome boy standing before her, around her age. Floppy, ink black hair fell in-front of his kind, adventurous eyes set in a rough yet soft face like diamonds. Hot.

"And who are you, if I might ask?" I questioned. What is going on here?

"He's a old friend of mine," Rasco said protectively, "He's called Cassia."

"Come on, I'll take you to your brother." Cassia said, reading my mind like a book. Climbing confidently to her feet, Iquickly caught up with him as we amde our way through the sea of tents. Can I turst this guy?

"How did you know that I want to see him?" I asked him carefully, kind of dreading the answer.

"From this," Cassia pointed to his head, looking me straight in the eye,"Its called telepathy."

"What’s telepathy?" I replied, bemused, "I've never heard of it."

"You'll find out," Cassia said cheekily,"Just be careful what you think around me." He finished, walking off with a confident swagger. Hurrying after him, I found myself in a vast tent, full of children. Cassia weaved his way through the mass of children, stopping only at the far end in-front of a elderly woman. Gazing down, my heart warmed to see my new brother so happy and content. The woman glanced at me and held him up, gesturing for me to take him. I slipped my arms carefully around him, proud that he was still alive. I don't know who this Guiver is, but I don't think he would of let my brother live.

"Whats the boy called?"questioned Cassia, breaking in to my thoughts.

"He doesn't have a name yet. I've not thought about it." I answered, annoyed for not naming him. It's the most important thing, your name. The woman leaned up to Cassia's ear, whispering something to him.

"She said what about Jago? For his name."Cassia asked, cocking his head on one side.

"Jago. I like that. Jago Passos." I breathed, pleased he had a name. Suddenly, my mind became clouded, like I was going to black-out again.

We need to go, a voice echoed inside my head.

One glance at Cassia was all I needed. Handing Jago back to the woman, we slipped quietly out of the tent.

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