The Prophecy

“My name is Maximus.”

“Maximus.” She echoed, looking deeply into his eyes. “The Goddess will bless you and your descendant’s.”

With her last blessing as High Priestess, he plunged the dagger into her abdomen, cutting open her womb. As the sun rose over the top of the trees, he held the babe in his hand, letting her wail the first of many tears to be shed over the loss of Sarah, High Priestess, and beloved of the Goddess.

Chapter Two Present Day

“I can't believe you shanghaied us to here.” I twisted my auburn hair nervously around my hand while glaring out the window. I didn't want to look at my parents. I didn't want to see the 'look' they'd share. The one that said they were getting tired of hearing me complain. Yes, I was complaining. Majorly. But this was a big change. With everything else that had been going on in my life lately, you'd think I'd deserved the right to bitch a little bit.

Streaming sunlight illuminated the red tint in my dark tresses with strands of gold gleaming sporadically throughout. Trees flew past the window, causing a dizzying display of browns and greens. Even though the passing scenery was beautiful, it didn’t compete with my overwhelming depression and fear. Not to mention the confusion. It's pretty bad when you don't even know who you are anymore.

“Seriously mom, we could be headed straight into a den of inbred serial killers. Haven't you seen Wrong Turn? There could be ‘cannibalistic mountain men’ lurking everywhere!”

I switched my gaze from the passing scenery to my mother’s reflection in the rear view mirror. Eleanor, my mother, was the epitome of perfection, both physically and person-ably. Her long strawberry blonde hair was cut to frame her fairy like face, enhancing her slightly angled violet eyes. They were captivating and so clear they made my own violet-gray eyes appear murky, dull. Her eyes were sparkling with irritation. I knew mine fared no better.

“Star, we've been over this a million times. There are no mutant freaks, 'cannibalistic mountain men', or deranged serial killers here. I wish you'd quit watching so many scary movies.”

“Hey, I did my research. Ten horror movies are based in Virginia.” I slouched in my seat, feeling petulant.

“Let me guess, Google?” she looked over to my dad for help. My dad, Paul, wasn't very good with the whole parenting thing. He was always too much fun to ever be serious. Even now, when I felt like my world was going to implode and I'd be left in a million pieces, he still wasn't serious. He looked up through the windshield, searching the sky like he was seeking divine intervention. I hoped that if he received any that he'd send some my way. I could totally use it.

“I like being informed. Besides, they have to be based off of some semblance of the truth. People don't just get ideas out of thin air. There are way too many similarities between movies and books to argue otherwise.”

“They're movies Star, not reality. There's as much of a chance of you being eaten or murdered in California as there is here.” Dad added in, trying to be helpful. He failed miserably.

I straightened at his comment. His baby blue eyes sparkled with mirth. I didn't find it funny at all. “Gee, thanks Dad. I feel so much better about my chances of survival.” I may love horror movies, but I'm actually a big chicken when it comes to anything even remotely scary.

“Glad to help keep you informed.” He said, grinning.

“You're not helping.” Mom whispered loudly at him with an elegant eye roll. That was one thing about my mother. No matter what she did, it always looked elegant. She could stand in the streets wearing a clown costume while doing the chicken dance and people would applaud her and say how graceful she was. I didn’t inherit that ability. Compared to her, I was as graceful as a lopsided elephant.

“Well it's the truth. We could have moved to Florida and faced flesh eating bath salt zombies instead. But, hey, I'd rather face the possibility of ‘cannibalistic mountain men’ over zombies any day. There's more of a survival rate that way.” He shrugged and turned his full attention back to the twisting road ahead of us.

I couldn’t believe we were actually on our way to Shiloh, a no name town smack dab on the edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia. Three days ago, we were in L.A., surrounded by the familiar comfort of concrete and an overwhelming population. Now, we were surrounded by nature. I shuddered at the thought of all the different creepy crawlies I’d end up encountering.

I didn’t mind insects. I could look at them with no problem, even point out different types. But there was a big difference between looking at them from a safe distance to actually encountering them. I paled as I pictured waking up to a spider staring at me. I wasn’t much for physical fitness, but if a bug got near me I’d sprint faster than an Olympic gold medalist. Insects were just one of the things that marred living in the country.

“Mom, can we please just—”

“Star, we've been over this a million times. You know why we're moving here. I just wish you'd accept it and make the best of it.”

I could feel my anger building up. I bit my lip, attempting to keep the bitterness in. Getting into a fight wouldn't help my situation any, and we've been getting into to many lately. I hated it. I hated the fighting. I hated hurting my parents. I hated feeling so out of control.

Mom did one of those heavy sigh things that only mothers know how to do. Like their kid is the equivalent of the weight of the world on their shoulders. “Look, I know that this move is hard on you. You're seventeen, emotional, and being thrown into a new environment that you're not familiar with. But you have to understand that this is a good thing for our family, especially with everything that's been going on these past couple of months.”

“Mom, please don't start this again—” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off a headache. I knew all of their reasons. I had them memorized by now. I just couldn't understand how they didn't see that moving me across the country wasn't going to fix my problems. If it was that easy, I'd happily move across the world to do it.

“We're just worried about you, pumpkin. It seems like bad luck has been following you around lately and figured we could all use a change of scenery after this last incident.” The ‘incident’, as my parent’s referred to it, flashed to the forefront of my mind. I cringed in remembrance. The smell of burning flesh still haunted me. I could hear the echoing screams of agony in my head. I didn't think the nightmares would ever go away, and I didn't know if I wanted them too. I felt guilty. Supremely guilty. But I couldn't have had anything to do with what happened. I couldn't have been the one to do it. Even to contemplate it was ten types of crazy. I just didn't want to go there, although I thought I might be half way there already.

“I know. You both think this is for the best, that I need a chance to get away from all the gossip, to start over. But this is my life. I know you don't believe me, but I had nothing to do with what happened to Rebecca.” Even to myself it sounded like a lie.

She sighed and rested her head back against her seat. I could almost feel the weariness coming off of her. “We've already said that we believe you didn't have anything to do with it. But we're not worried about our own opinions. For God's sake Starlette, LAPD almost arrested you! I don't know why you had to go and say you wished Rebecca would catch on fire, because she did. Though no one knows exactly how that happened—”

“I didn’t say that exactly. I only said—”

“Regardless of how you worded it, the 'threat' was enough for them to make you a person of interest. We will not have you living with that over your head.” Too late for that. “We will not have people staring at you like you're some kind of deranged pyromaniac!” They already do. “So you just better get used to Shiloh, because this is our home now!”

With every word, her voice got louder until she was almost screeching. She was breathing heavily by the