Total Desolation Part 34

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Total Desolation Part 34

I was surprised when my hand seemed to go thru the mirror. I drew back quickly, and looked around, expecting to see someone watching me. There was no one there, that I could see anyway, it was just the black darkness, nothing moved, nothing made noise, it was just the darkness ever since I woke up here.
I touched the mirror again and my hand went thru yet again, the mirror seemed to be liquidy and silky to the touch. I put my other hand to the mirror and that went thru too. The next thing I knew something, or someone, grabbed my hands from the other side and pulled me thru the mirror.
I emerged on the other side of the mirror and found myself face to face with a women, she seemed to be about 25. She had pale skin that seemed almost white and light blond hair that was swept back and her shoulders and pulled into a braid down her back with a few stray locks hanging about. She wore a long white dress with long sleeves, it was embroidered and lacy. She looked beautiful and innocent.
I felt out of place standing beside her with my short shorts and a tank top but how could I help it, that’s what I woke up in.
“Welcome.” The women said calmly.
“Welcome to where exactly?” I asked genuinely.
“The Black Parade. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“The Black Parade!?” I was shocked, I thought it was a myth. “But that must mean...” I let frown fall across my face. “...I’m dead.”
“It is a debt we all must pay for life.”
“Wait. You said ‘We’ve been waiting for you.’ Who’s we? And why have you been waiting for me?”
“It will all make sense soon enough, now come along.” The women said softly.
I followed her along and then a thought occurred to me. “What’s your name?”
“They call me Dawn.”
“I’m..” I was cut off before I could say more.
“Acidic Venom, I know. And believe me, I know much more about you than you think.”
The rest of the journey was wordless. I looked at the village around us, it was in ruins, the building falling apart and scorched, it looked like a fire had took over the village.
Finally we came to our destination, a giant old looking mansion, there were woods behind it and plenty of open space with beautifully growing grass. I hadn’t seen such an amazing sight in such a long time. Towards the back of the field I spotted an herb garden and smiled to myself. I looked back at the mansion, it was beautiful, there were climbing roses in different colors that climbed their way up the bricks of the house and a fountain in front of the house that splashed crystal clear water around. We made our way up to the great doors and entered. The house was completely silent on the inside. The door closed behind us as I stared at the grand foyer that had opened up before me, the stairs were marble and a dazzling chandelier hung above us, sending sparkling lights across the marble floor from the sun outside.
My jaw dropped. I stared at a painting on the wall. It was a perfect painting of me except I was wearing the dress that I had seen earlier in the mirror, it looked exactly like it did when I saw it in the mirror.
Dawn saw me expression and said again, in a calm voice, “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“What does all this mean?”
“You’re a prophet. Well, The Prophet.”
“The Prophet?”
“The one we’ve been waiting for since you were born.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not, The Prophet.” I put extra force on the words, The Prophet, there was no way that I was this so called Prophet.
“Come, I much show you the library.”
I followed Dawn to a great library. When we walked in I was amazed, there were so many books, it looked so interesting. There were even the sliding ladders you would see in old TV shows to get to the books high up, I wanted nothing more than to browse the selection of books and read them but Dawn led me to a door in the back of the library. She insisted me to open the door myself, so I did.
I was immediately in awe, I knew that I couldn’t be The Prophet but this room just struck me as amazing. There were shelves and shelves full of leather books, each with dates written in ink across the spines of the books. Above each bookcase was another of the mirrors that I had seen before and been dragged thru. These displayed images of me as I grew and changed to other times close to that age. There were 18 total bookshelves but there was yet another door in the back of the room.
“This is your life.” Dawn spoke quietly, but I still jumped at the noise after staring in amazement at the shelves.
“What do you mean this is my life?”
“Each of these shelves is a year of your life. 18 bookshelves for 18 years of life. Each book on each shelf has something to do with that year of your life. Your thoughts, your memories, your feelings, everything you ever did is written in one of those books for that year of your life.”
“Well that’s fuckin creepy.” I murmured, but when I thought about it if they thought I was The Prophet I guess it wouldn’t be so creepy, but there was no way I could be The Prophet, could I?
“Creepy? Perhaps, but we need you, we’ve needed you for a long time.”
I looked at Dawn, how could she have heard that? I said it so quietly it wasn’t possible for someone to hear.
Dawn started towards the door in the back of the room, I didn’t want to go. I wanted to read all the books in this part of the library, of course all the books were dedicated to me and I should already know everything that happened but I still wanted to look at them. I managed to tear myself away from the magical room and into the next.
I was unsure what I was looking at. Again there was the image of me in the long black sexy dress on the wall. I had to wonder what that was all about. There were many more bookshelves in this room, all full with more leather bound books, but only a few with dates written on the spine in ink.
“These are the books of your death. Again they contain all your thoughts, your memories, your feelings, everything you will do is written in one of those books.”
“So you knew that this day would come, you knew when I would die?”
“I did, so I made sure to be at the mirror.”
“The mirror?”
“Yes, the mirror, it showed you, in various ways. They show the past, present, and future. Not many can't use them properly so they don’t use them at all.”
“The thing you pulled me thru?”
“Yes.”
“So it is a mirror?”
“Yes, a mirror or sorts.”
“So what is this place? And why do you need me?”

So there's part 34. Sorry it took so long to post. Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Let me know! Hope you all enjoyed! Comments please!

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