Chapter 3: Arthur the Angel King

"A person who calls herself a human from Earth." Dark coldly yet informatively answered the smiling angel sitting on the throne.

"She looks absolutely harmless, Daniel." Arthur observed to my relief.

Unfortunately, Dark chose to reveal my -mistaken for bomb- phone. Does he know how long I saved my money for that phone? Arthur didn't look either startled or surprised as he yelled, "Do not call me Daniel, my name is Dark now!"

Now? What, did he legally change his name to Dark? Honestly, Daniel sounds a whole lot more normal to me... No offense, currently raging dark angel guy.

"What you have showed me is only a phone that is manufactured in the human world known as Earth." Arthur intelligently informed.

I like this guy! Then, Dark marched up to the angel and showed him the screen to my absolute horror. Shoot! I already got a dark angel hating on me; I don't need an angel king too! Fate, why you hate me so much?! The angel's genuine laughs was simply music to my ears.

"Don't be so paranoid, Dan-Dark. The device is just counting down the time of approximately sixty days." He explained.

My eyes widened in fear as I silently watched Dark growl with sharp and pointy fangs. So now dhave angels have the ability to turn into vampires? Well I learned something new today. Apparently, those type of creatures exist here in Fantasia.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?! The last human who also appeared to be harmless, but caused the Battle of Monsters?!" Dark roared with glowing bloody red eyes.

Arthur sighed tiredly and calmly replied, "The past is the past. Do you truly believe every single human is bound to be like Myth?"

"Myth?" The word escaped out of my lips before I could stop it.

I caught a glimpse of pain appear in his crystal blue eyes.

Dark's eyes were glued to the ground as Arthur weakly smiled. "Myth is another human who also mysteriously appeared here like yourself. Except..."

I arched an eyebrow as he trailed off in quiet mumbles. Something bad happened here before, no doubt about it. I can sense it.

"What the almighty King Arthur is failing to say is Myth decided to to betray us and join the Dark Side." Dark interjected with blank onyx eyes.

Stiffly, I nodded as I processed all of this information into my head. Okay, so basically, there was a human named Myth who also somehow got stuck into a video game and chose to join the 'Dark Side' and may have started the Battle of Monsters. Honestly, it doesn't sound that bad to me. But, what can I say? This is a video game, not reality.

"Miss...?" Arthur looked expectantly at me.

"The name is Rosa." I said casually like I wasn't standing in a room with a living angel king and dark angel.

A smile graced the king's face as he continued, "Miss Rosa can stay in the same room as Layle, Patrick, and Dark."

"But-" I argued but shut up when Dark nudged me in the ribs hard.

"Do you really want to argue with the king?" Dark muttered before he composed himself.

I smiled while trying to resist the urge to punch the dark angel. "It would be a great pleasure, Ar- King Arthur."

That was a close call. Come to think of it what are the consequences here? I don't see any modern police officers to arrest any criminals. Do they call them 'peace makers' or something old-fashioned like that here?

"Dark, would you please kindly show this lady to her new room?" Arthur asked with a commanding tone of a king.

"I would be honored, your Majesty," Dark obediently stated and bowed respectfully.

His black wings were instantly folded and rested on his back. It wasn't extended to its full length like when Dark angrily growled. He started to walk up the spiral stairs. Hesitantly, I silently followed the dark angel. There were portraits of past kings hanging on the wall. A red haired man with pointy ears stared back at me. Underneath his picture it read, 'King Redlyth 3124-3196'

Wait a sec, does that mean I'm technically in the future? I clearly remember that it was 2012 the last time I was on Earth. So, in the future, humans will evolve into werewolves, elves, angels, dark angels...etc.? That is so cool! My great-great-great-great-great-great- great-great-ten great's later grandchildren could be vampires? Those lucky little kids that don't exist yet... Dark halted to a stop and gestured to tall oak doors.

"This is our room." He pointed out and opened the doors effortlessly.

Wow, this room is quite different than the 21st century rooms I'm used to. There was a wooden table with four tree stump chairs, an old-fashioned fireplace, a rusty cauldron, a log, and three simple beds placed near the windows. A door was in the right corner which I think lead to the bathroom. No sign of electronics here. How in the world do I charge my phone if there's no power outlet? Maybe there's a magic spell that can make my phone never lose battery and give it infinity power! Okay, now I'm just getting my hopes up a bit too high. It would be awesome if that spell existed.

Seriously, I thought the future was going to be all high tech with robots, teleporters from Star Trek, and super cool communication devices. Not this fantasy world. Hmm... What if there was a blackout that lasted for a long time because too much electricity was being used? And we humans were forced to live the old school style? That kinda makes sense... And sounds like a TV show I can't remember right now. Hate moments like these where the word is on the tip of my tongue!

"If you're worrying where you're going to sleep, you can take the bed farthest to the right. Layle strangely finds the floor more comfortable." Dark informs as he carefully sat on the log.

I laughed. "You mean, werewolves are so weird that they sleep on the floor?"

His expression was blank, but I could see amusement hidden in his eyes. "If that's how you view it, then yes."

What's with his serious demeanor? Mr. Emo Dark Angel needs to loosen up a bit! Unless he wants a lot of wrinkles in the future. Hehe, a wrinkly dark angel... Now that would be an impressive sight to witness! Honestly, I don't even know if that's possible. Do dark angels age or are they immortal or something?

"Hey, can dark angels age and is it possible for them to become wrinkly?" I blurted out and instantly covered my mouth.

Stupid idiotic me! The last thing I need is to deal with another angry dark angel! I'm innocent, I promise. All I did was ask a question. A very simple and straight to the point question... If there was a normal desk, I would slam my head against it. Even though I know that I'm technically destroying brain cells. Instead of the desk, I slammed my head against the bland wall.

"...what are you doing?" Dark questioned incredulously.

I stopped for a moment and answered, "Slamming my head against a wall, obviously."

"Dark angels age, but our skin remains pale forever. Even if I stand in sunlight for hours, I will not become tanner." His answer caught me by surprise and for a moment I stopped banging my head.

Can't believe he actually took me seriously and answered. Well, guess I'm just that epic! Now, if only I could develop some magical power...Maybe invisibility or to be able to foresee the future? I blinked several times before muttering incoherently, "He actually answered..."

"Beg your pardon?" Dark asked suspiciously.

While laughing nervously, I quickly lied, "Oh, I was just saying how different this place is than Earth, my home planet."

I think he believed me because he stiffly nodded. In a matter of seconds, Patrick and Layle came stumbling into the room with some unknown food. Patrick brushed his shoulders and immediately stomped on Layle's foot. The werewolf howled in pain as he yelled, "What did I do?"

Patrick narrowed his green eyes. "You know exactly what you did, you imbecile dog."

Layle dramatically threw his arms in the air. "I have no idea what you are saying, Patrick!"

"You 'accidentally' tripped over some valuable and ancient pieces of art from the twenty-first century!"

"Oh you mean that rusty - what do you call it - labtop?" Layle weakly guessed.

"You mean, laptop?" I corrected and beamed at my rare intelligence.

Layle looked confused for a sec before quickly saying, "Sure, whatever you say..."

A smirk appeared on Dark's face as he added, "In other words, our werewolf friend is basically saying he has absolutely no idea what you said."

Before I could bat an eye, Patrick was literally on the ground laughing. A giggle escaped from my lips as I observed a fuming Layle and an uncontrollably laughing blonde elf. If only life could be this carefree and easy. There's no sign of schools, or homework, or exams, or pop quizzes, or strict teachers.

I broke the laughter by loudly asking, "Hey, what is this 'Great Prophecy' you guys keep on mentioning?"

In exactly two and a half seconds, everyone instantly shut up and avoided eye contact. Nervously, I watched Dark clench his fists.

Patrick tried to loosen up the tension by anxiously stuttering, "It's nothing to worry about."

"But it literally predicts certain doom!" Layle protested.

Dark cleared his throat and turned to face a frozen me. "The Great Prophecy is - obviously - a prophecy that predicts major events in the future."

Impatiently, I raised an eyebrow.

"Light shines through the sky,

A visitor of unknown origins.

The winged one shall die,

Darkness shadows the world.

Once defeated enemies rise,

The one from Earth,

Of terrifying size.

Ruler of hearths,

Will rise to the test.

Her green eyes will unlock the key to freedom." Dark chanted with unreadable eyes.

Sounds like some kinda riddle to me. Defeated enemies rise? One from Earth? Could possibly be me... Ruler of hearths? Okay, now that's a tad bit ridiculous. Her green eyes? What the heck does this all mean?!

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this super long chappie~ Reviews equal next chappie! :3