Epilogue.
Rapid City.
P eople sat upright at three in the morning as a low rumble jolted them from their sleep. ‘Earthquake’ ran through their minds, and they soon settled back down. The quake hit a three on the Richter scale, causing some eyebrows to lift, but it was nothing to worry about. It was a minor quake, and there was no need to panic. South Dakota had plenty of small quakes. This one didn’t mean anything.
Aurora.
Klutz nearly came out of his skin as Aurora sat bolt upright. The quake woke him, and he’d been settling back down.
“The roads will run with magma, blood flows, death. The streets will fill with lava, and it’ll be the precursor to the end. The poisoned ones will attack within six months of the event. One will fall, several wounded, and life changes for the winners.”
Klutz scribbled down what Aurora was saying, and then his wife laid down and simply went back to sleep. Klutz picked up the phone and dialled Drake.
Drake had demanded to know whenever Aurora had a vision. This one was a doozy.
In the Black Hills.
The woman checked her equipment and nodded. Everything was happening just as she said. They’d laughed her out of the office, calling her a scaremonger and drama queen. But now she had the evidence, even if they wished to deny it. Rapid City was about to see an event it hadn’t met before.
Crawling back into her tent, she patiently recorded everything and sent it to the office. Of course, they’d sneer and disparage her, but she wanted a record.
When Rapid City ran hot with lava, she wasn’t having anyone point the finger at her. Nor would she stand by and let them say they weren’t warned. They had been told. Now she needed to somehow convince the officials in Rapid City that she wasn’t a crackpot. That lava was about to flow through its streets despite not having a volcano under it.