The Prophecy continues from Impossible Room!
The boy tried to focus on what Aelfric and Father were arguing about but most of his attention remained fixed on the large mirror at the far end of the room. The other Runites had left the room when Father instructed them to do so.
Aelfric had become noticeably upset when Father had spoke of Aelfric’s brother. The boy didn’t know what it meant to be “tested”, but he assumed that it was bad.
“You’re not listening to me, My Son. I did not send Reis. He volunteered,” Father explained.
“So you’re going to blame me for this? I survived that hellish Test, so Reis thinks he has to go through it too?” The anger radiated from Aelfric.
“No, My Son. Reis believes in that preposterous prophecy of yours.”
The sudden silence that filled the room drew the boy’s attention from the mirror. Aelfric was looking right at him. “Then we have no choice.”
Father’s face distorted into a sinister smile for a brief moment before returning to the sunken, almost stoic, look he had had since the boy had met him. Aelfric had not seen the unsettling smile.
Aelfric reached into his long coat and withdrew the Book.
“‘We’?” the boy asked, eyeing the Book.
Aelfric thumbed through the pages of the Book and released a heavy sigh when he stopped flipping pages. He looked back to the boy. “There is a Test. Passing it means the beginning of an entirely new life. But most do not pass and become forever trapped. However, there is a prophecy of an end to the Test.” The giant turned the Book to the boy and asked, “Is this your sister?”
The sketch of a young woman with shoulder length dark hair was a near perfect match of his sister. “How did you…?”
“This image was already in the Book when it came into my possession. According to the prophecy, this woman,” Aelfric pointed to the picture, “will save the Tested from the Maze. Your sister is in a great deal of trouble. So too is my foolish brother.”
Aelfric knelt down before the boy. He turned through several more pages and stopped. Two were completely blank, bringing forth the memory from the night in the library. Aelfric looked up into the boy’s eyes. “I promised you that I would do everything I could to find your sister, but I cannot guarantee everyone’s safety. The Maze will reject my presence. If you want, lad, I can…”
“I’m going with you,” there was no hesitation in the boy’s voice.
Aelfric smiled. “Very well then.” Blinding light poured out of the Book. The boy stumbled but did not fall this time; the tower’s polished wood floor gave way to dirt.