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<p>'At which hour the dunnest dreams cometh true, at which hour the strongest sw'rds breaketh, at which hour the bravest hearts art did fill with cowardice, the great old nemesis shalt returneth. at which hour the life burneth is f'rgotten, at which hour the pow'rs of the ancients art hath lost in timeth, at which hour the liveth of men becometh less meaningful, the great old nemesis shalt returneth, tearing w'rlds apart, with his blood thirsty claws. that gent shall beest thine exp'rgefact'r. wars shall raiseth. kingdoms shalt die, but, the violence shalt settleth.' Once I was done reading, I lift my head up. Harley is standing against a concrete wall. 'We got this book in one of the time capsules on the ship. It dates back to the Elizabethan era, around Shakespeare's period.' Harley said. 'I do recognize this as the Shakespearean language but I can't really say it is written by him, the writing style doesn't really match.' I said. 'You are right,' she pushed herself forward and stepped towards me. She continued ' it was not written by him... it was written by Margaret Wynter, not well known poet. She has written 6 books in total. Not much is known about her.' 'What's so special about this verse? Why are you so particular?' She frowned. 'What do you mean?' 'I mean... like, um...-' She cut me short and continued as if she understood what I meant. 'We are interested about this because whatever written in this has been happening. For example, in the first verse it says that life ends and it forms again artificially. It even mentions about you in a verse.' I was surprised about that. But then my introversion kicked in. For a few seconds I had to prepare myself for my next sentence. 'It- it could have been a coincidence or a misconception. 'I stammered for a second, but my fake confidence came back. 'If it happens once, twice or thrice it can be concluded as coincidence, but if it happens always that cannot be coincidence, right?' That was true, but not enough to convince me. 'So you mean it is a prophecy?' 'Hm... Maybe. I am not sure.' The sentence lacked confidence. 'So, now, what am I supposed to do?' 'We want you to tell what the verse you just read means' That's too easy. I thought. 'It's clear, it mentions about some sort of nemesis that would kill people.' Damn. My voice went shaky when I spoke that sentence. I got chills up my spine imagining a guy shredding people. 'We want you to know what the "nemesis" is.' She continued 'We want it to be a secret. If the commoner know about it, it will cause havoc in the society, disturbing the world's economy.' 'I-' She interrupted again. What the fuck man? Would she let me speak? 'A team will back you up. A team of four.'</p>
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