Текст песни Chance - Prophecy

Chance for a Prophecy
Chapter 1. – Face the door of a new life
The impact was overwhelming.
For a moment that felt like hours, nothing could be seen through the thick, foggy dust.
The wind seemed to have stopped blowing, and the grass no longer swayed, almost like time had paused.
Everything froze for a moment, or perhaps for an eternity.
A light groan echoed from a limp body at the bottom of the crater, instantly disturbing the stillness.
It was hardly visible through the clouds of dust that surrounded it.
There's somebody down there!" a voice yelled as the air finally started to clear, revealing a still form.
A boy laid there motionlessly, only his chest's faint rising and falling indicated that he was still alive.
His clothes were torn beyond recognition, but the remains of his once vibrant orange jumpsuit still stood out under the thick layer of dirt.
The only thing he could feel was the pain in his stomach.
None of his senses seemed to act normally.
He tried to breathe but the simple act of respiration was beyond him.
Muffled voices echoed around him, as if he was submerged in water.
He groaned again faintly, as debris rained on his form as someone rushed toward his side, slipping down on the edge of the crater.
Hey!
Wait!
That could be dangerous!" another voice shouted, sending another dose of small rocks at his already abused body. "
Has he got a hitai-ate?
Or anything to identify him?"
A gentle touch.
Someone with small hands stroked the hair away from his face.
A soft moan escaped at the feeling and his eyes slowly fluttered open.
But the only thing that registered in front of his eyes was something blue.
Maybe the sky.
A silhouette appeared above him.
When he blinked and tried to focus his eyesight, he only achieved a new stabbing pain in them by the harsh sunlight.
He tried to raise his hands to cover his face, but they fell back to the hard ground.
Hey blondie, stay still.
I'll help you," someone whispered gently above him.
The still lingering soft dust irritated his lungs and his throat, and his chest squeezed to cough.
However, after the sudden stabbing pain, he had to force down the urge.
His ribs screamed inside his chest by the sudden strain.
A warm sensation entered his stomach and seeped into his internal organs while green light reached his eyes.
He tried to speak, tried to push out any word, but the only thing he managed was another groan.
The pain in his abdomen increased and he gladly accepted the offered unconsciousness.
Muffled noises rapped harshly in his sore ears and brain.
He tried to groan in his displeasure but he couldn't even moan.
Consciousness returned to him slowly as he started to hear the conversation next to him.
He vaguely registered a sterile felt his mind become clear but he didn't open his eyes.
He strengthened his senses as much as he could and tried to detect any other presences in the room with him.
So, how is our patient today?" the faint sound of flipping pages could be heard.
There were only the two men talking around him.
They reeked of disinfectant, blood, and illness.
Must be some kind of medic.
He mused bed was uncomfortably hard beneath him, he registered faintly.
Surprisingly well after how he had arrived here.
I bet he will regain consciousness soon with his extremely high regeneration process.
Wanna join the bet?
I'm all finished with my shift, he was the last one.
Wanna go grab some coffee?
We can discuss the bet there."
Sure."
His eyes snapped opened as he heard the door fall shut, but he regretted the motion immediately.
The sudden light stabbed him painfully and he squeezed them shut again.
Gradually, he tried again, blinking rapidly to clear away the fog of his vision.
There was nothing but white around him.
White ceilings, white walls ... white machines beside him.
Yup.
Hospital.
He closed his eyes and tried to think.
I was fighting with ... wait ... hospital?!
He jerked up on the bed and doubled over immediately gripping his stomach at a harsh p