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They both started at me as I was rolling on the wide floor of laughter. "Oh mien gott, me? A prophet? What is this, Harry Potter?! I'm a magical or something?" I said, still cracking up. They both shrugged,"I don't know", said Kéhrlee,"Are you?" I stood  "impossible." I said.  "Well, " started Nathule, "We better start from the beginning." 

"This land that we are in is called Nacht. Everyone has lived here since the beginning of time. Here, we are classified by our height." he said shaking his head." The shortest of the population are considered lower class peasants. The shortest height for a female is 7"9 and the tallest for females is 8"5. For the males it is 7"11 to 8"8.The tallest of the population are considered high class, and if they are even taller, royals.  The taller you are, the better your status is.The king and queen are the tallest of the entire land. The king stands at 8"11 and the queen is 8"9. The tallest of the land." He was then interrupted by Kéhrlee,"Color has something to do with it." she started,"The upperclass flaunt ther status by color. The brighter color they wear and have dyed their hair or wear contacts, they better status they have." she said, a bit discouraged. "Only royals are naturally born with bright eyes and hair. Peasants can't afford color or won't be sold any due to their status." she looked sad. I went forward to hug her. "I have bracelets that are neon you can barrow!!!!" I hated seeing her like that. She just laughed. Her father continued,"The king and queen are suppose to have the tallest children, but that wasnt the case." he said solemnly."They are the nicest people ever. Once, my Kéhrlee wanted to dye a streak in her hair," he motioned to her."But no one would do it for us since we are low class. The queen came down herself to demand that they dye my Kéhrlees hair. They help peasant and are welcomed everywhere. Everyone is loyal to the king. But the height segregation is never to be stopped, even if the king wishes. Everyone is used to it, no one is really bothered. We are already accustomed." he said, surprisingly happy."But there was this one Wiccan...." Wiccan? So this place did have magic? "She wanted her daughter to marry the kings only new born son. But the king wouldn't have it. The Wiccan had casted a tallness spell on her daughter. The head royal Wiccan had detected it. The Ordinary Wiccan was out raged and casted a curse on the kings only son. Saying that he will be the shortest person to ever walk this land, and that his children will be just as short as well. Terrified, they took their infant son to the royal Wiccan. She couldn't break the curse, but the could set another. The son will find a female that is right for his size. He won't get taller, but his children will be tall like they were meant to be. Since then, they have had their eye out for that female. But the ordinary Wiccan, Celesta, heard about the female prophecy and threatened that if anybody helped that female, life will be hell for them and for their future generations. She put a reward price for the female. If they hand the female to her." he said. Things were starting to click, but not in a good way. "She is hiding somewhere to avoid being persecuted." he finished. I knew where this was going. " That is why you are the prophecy. You are the female! We need to give you to the king!" my eyes snapped wide. There was no way I was going to be handed over. I made a run for the door.

I swiftly opened the door and fleeted with as much speed as I could. I felt my feet pound on the gravel and dirt over and over again. I was in a little village, kinda like the country. I received stares, I was small to them, that's why. I soon felt hands wrap around my torso and mouth I screamed and bit the hands. "Scheiße!" Kéhrlee said. "No,No,No! I thought you were my friend!" I screamed, shattering the serenity. "Wait, be quiet! The guards are passing, if they see you they will know who you are and take you away! If you don't want that then be quiet!" she said trying to calm me down. I instantly shushed, not wanting to be taken away. I saw a huge horse carriage pass by. It was embedded with gold. It was a neon blue color. It had a spiral design and was huge. The wheels where taller than me. The carriage stopped, people came out of it. The king and queen. They were the tallest human I've ever laid eyes on. I gasped, the women had bright blue curly hair in a loose bun and kind of looked like Amanda Seyfried. She was humongous and could probably squish me with one finger. The man kinda looked like a younger Marilyn Manson. He had black hair and piercing red eyes. They both looked sincere somehow. She wore a long summer dress, white and he had all black attire. I guess they were so royal, they didn't need such bright colors. Or maybe they didn't want to show off in front of the peasants. I looked up and saw Kéhrlee in awe and distracted. Now was my chance. I ran as fast as I could and them bumped and hit my head with something hard. I toppled over the object and fell in front of it. "Verdammt noch mal!" I cussed in my tongue. I was on the ground and looked up to see what could have been the most important moment of my life..