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continuing, Jas stretched out on one of the benches. The sun was still far above the skyline, as it wouldn’t get completely dark for a few more hours. We had time. I let my gaze settle on the field. The soccer team was practicing, but we were far enough distanced to make it an arduous task to discern the contours of expression. Ponytails whipped back and forth as the girls raced across the field. The ball was a wild thing, like it was possessed of a mind all its own. It was passed madly across the field, forward and back, with no one procuring an advantage over the other. Eventually, I returned my attention to Jas.
    He was staring intently at me. “There’s something you don’t know, but if you aren’t a half-wit, you’ll see it as truth. There are monsters lurking in the enshrouding darkness offered by the night, and they’re not your average vanilla mortal. Sure, some are wicked and depraved, but some are decently respectable, too. What I’m trying to say is that there are people out there who are beyond the accepted norm. Werewolves, Skin Walkers, vampires, ghouls, goblins, Fae, you name it. All those bedtime stories? There’s a kernel of truth to every myth, every ghost story you ever heard. People are afraid of the dark for good reason. ‘cause there’s stuff out there that’ll eat your lunch. And you and me, we’re two of ‘em. Remember Greek mythology? How about the Mayan gods?”
    I had just entered the Twilight Zone. “Greek gods? Demi-gods?”
    “You have a unique… scent about you. Emily only knows that I’m something different, I know what you two are: Awakened, Empowered, The Chosen. But I wouldn’t want to touch those last with a hundred-yard, menacing stick. Pompous bastards, every one of them. Air, Fire, Earth, Water, Metal. The five elements, depending on who you ask. The Empowered can manipulate an element with their will. Some control more than one, but it’s next to nobody who can exert control on more than three. Again, each has a different, let’s say, flavor, for those of my kind. I can smell all five on you, and your little girlfriend too.”
    “You just said that it’s only possible to exert control over three. You just contradicted yourself there.” I couldn’t help the grin that slipped out. In a situation where everything is out of whack, I couldn’t help but point out inconsistencies. “And she’s not my girlfriend.”
    “I said next to nobody.” He put a not-too-subtle emphasis on the words while reaching for my chest.
    “What’re you doing? Get off me!”
    Jas pulled out the chain and the amulet that always rested against my skin.
    “That does it!” he said.
    “What? I’ve had that since I was just a kid! It’s just a family heirloom!” I was comfortable in my deluded state and wasn’t ready to relinquish it for anything, not yet.
    “That,” he pointed at the amulet, “is the verification. Now, there’s… not a prophecy, per se, but a legend of sorts. Mainly, it’s the fragmented remains of a foretelling, that while once whole, has been lost and worn by the winds of time. It’s been floating around since before people even thought to converse in ancient Greek, and all that’s left is tidbits, passed down through incalculable generations. Naturally, it’s probably been warped. Here’s what I know of it and not a bit more, so don’t ask further. The legend tells of seven mechanisms of control, chosen men and women alike, who all retain monumental power. They’ll bring to the world Light, Darkness, Death, Destruction, Chaos, Peace, and Healing. Seven objects of power will be so securely bound to their souls that to take one, you’d have to kill. These objects will contain characteristics that closely mirror their proprietor. The objects themselves are intelligent sentient beings. It’s not defined, in any sense, where all this will end up. Just another doomsday come knocking, if you ask me, but not many bother. Feel free to sit there as long as