EIGHTEEN OMENS

Once upon a time there lived in Holland a little boy, whose name was Peter. He

was no ordinary boy; he in fact was the first one of his kind. Born from the

ashes of a phoenix and raised covered in the blood of a werewolf father and a

witch mother, Peter was a dangerous immortal wizard. Seventeen years, he had

been raised in a happy family of witches, vampires and werewolves living in peace;

today he turned eighteen and with it came eighteen omens.

When Peter had been given birth to, the nature’s balance had been disturbed. So

once an element of peace had been formed, it had to create an element of war

too. Nature named it the Cavern. It was a boy too, a boy who lived within

himself, feeding on his own flesh in coldness, in darkness. Today, according to

the prophesy, the Hollow would have one chance to take over Peter’s life and

suck his powers to come alive. Peter had to survive it.

The clock showed the time to be eleven forty. In twenty minutes, the world’s

most dangerous magical creation was about to attack. Everyone got ready to

face whatever came next. No one had ever seen the Cavern before. No one

knew what eighteen omens the Cavern brought with it. Only this, it had

eighteen chance to take life ,each accompanied with an omen.

One minute now, Peter got ready. And now the clock struck twelve. The things that followed this were gruesome. Peter screamed. A darkness emerged from within him making

the air cold and chilly. This was the first Omen. The darkness swirled and

floated to the top, Peter's bones broke, each one in a hundred pieces as he turned

into a werewolf – The second omen. His eyes were red and not of the yellow

symbolizing his vampire traits taking over him – The third omen. The next five

were pretty continuous. The flowers lost colour, people lost sight, creatures lost their powers, the world lost light and Peter, his heart. He could feel it being ripped away. Then followed, dead crows falling from the sky, blood red rain pouring, a huge fire around Peter and, a giant wave of water following it. And as for the rest six, for each one, Peter felt the excruciating pain. He howled, shouted screamed. No one helped him. It was part of the omens.

Then the seventeenth omen. The Hollow tried to take control of his body.

Moving towards him, inside him as he came back in his human form. It could either spread into his body, fit in this skeleton frame, or go back into the void it came from only this time it wouldn't survive inside. And once inside, Peter lay, breathing but silent. Did the hollow win or lose? No one knew. That was the last omen.