In the age of heroes, there is a prophecy that one will come, who will cleanse the world of evil. The keepers of this prophecy are called the Sandglassers. Reclusive by nature, they keep to the desert, atop a palm tree by the 4th Oasis from the east. They do not appreciate the narrator giving away their location. We join them now…at…breakfast.
Do you want more eggs?
Yes. Eggs would be good. Also, do you sense a disturbance?
Yeah, I think it was the potatoes from yesternight. They were not properly boiled. Let’s order a better cooker from Amazon tomorrow?
Not that disturbance Sandy! A disturbance…in the force!
I don’t think we are legally allowed to feel a disturbance in the force. But, yes. The one has arisen, and it won’t be long before he comes for us, the keepers of the prophecy.
You think there is any chance the prophecy is misinterpreted, and he might just be like a glass-cleaner, who cleans glasses of smudges? Like with one of those 99.9% bacteria killer soaps?
Everything is glasses with you, Aaina. If it were that mundane, why would we be keeping this prophecy? Do you think I like being here by the 4th Oasis? There isn’t even a movie theatre nearby. We have to stay hidden to keep the prophecy safe!
Sandy, what happens if we don’t keep the prophecy? Will it not come true?
Why would you even ask such a question! It is not for us to know. It for us to keep, and for him to live up to it.
And what if I wanted to hasten the prophecy because I have a date next Tuesday, and did not want it to be interrupted by us dumbly keeping this dumb prophecy in this dumb oasis?
A date? How do you have a date? We have been keeping this prophecy since we were born. It’s what we do. It’s what our parents did, and their parents before them. The prophecy was made by Nana, so that’s where it stops, but we don’t meet people!
I kinda installed Tinder last week. Sandy, this guy I met there is sooo hot! His name is Dave, but he wants me to call him the hac–
I don’t care about Dave Aaina! What do you mean by hastening the prophecy?
Oh, don’t worry about it. I already took care of it.
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I think I need to be worried. What did you do?
Nothing big. I just animated some sand to be the representation of evil, and sent it to attack Steve. Dave actually helped me come up with the idea. Either Steve dies, or he kills the epitome of evil and fulfils the prophecy. Either way, date night is on! Imma wax this weekend.
Fucking damn it Aaina. We were not to interfere. The repurcussions could be insane! The world could collapse!
Or nothing could happen. Have you noticed how for being keepers of this prophecy, we have basically no idea what happens once the prophecy comes true? Or what’s at stake if it doesn’t? I’m sick and tired of seeing just you all day every day. Even Amazon deliveries are not fun anymore. I have needs Sandy. I have neeeds!
Fine, I guess I can understand.
Speaking of needs, where’s my egg?
Oh shit! I forgot it in the pan. Hope it isn’t burnt!
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Sandy?
Yes Aaina?
If we never leave the oasis since nana to meet new people, are mom and da-
I try not to think about it Aaina. I try not to think about it.
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