Prophesy Fulfilled — FWG Flash Fiction for 12/6/2025
- Rob Johnson
- 5 days ago
- 2 min read
Some prophesies fulfill themselves.
The prompt is:
PROPHESY FULFILLED
The ancient pile of stone loomed over the hiking trail.
“What the heck is that?” Stephan asked.
“The guidebook said it’s Reusstein Castle. That’s why we came this way,”
Stephan gave Kylie a wry smile. “You had this planned all along, didn’t you?”
Kylie just shrugged. “My family has…a history with the place. Come on, let’s check it out.”
Before he could respond, she was running down the path to the front gate. He hurried after her and followed her into the castle’s courtyard.
“What’s the family connection?” he was finally able to ask as Kylie stared in wonder.
She nodded to a headman’s block mounted on a scaffold. “One of my ancestors was executed on that very spot.” She couldn’t keep the pride out of her voice.
“Wow. For what?”
Kylie’s smile finally faded. “Seven hundred years ago, he was accused of being a sorcerer and a necromancer. Which was ridiculous, of course, although he was an alchemist and seer.”
“A seer? You mean he told fortunes?”
Kylie scoffed. “More like prophesies. Predictions of future global events.”
“Like Nostradamus?”
“That hack was his apprentice.”
Stephan was intrigued. “What did he predict? World War III?”
“Well, I and II, at least. The jury’s still out on number III.”
Stephan laughed, but noticed Kylie wasn’t. “So, what else?”
“As they took him to the scaffold, he predicted that his thirtieth generation descendent would avenge his death and claim the cache of gold he had converted from lead.”
Kylie climbed the steps to the headsman’s perch. Stephan did some quick arithmetic as he followed her.
“Seven hundred years, thirty generations…you mean, you?”
Keeping her back to him, she asked, “Did you know that your great-to-the-thirtieth grandfather used to own this place?”
When she turned around, a long knife glinted in the sunlight.
THE END
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