67 Prophecy, Fulfilled

Chapter 67 Prophecy, Fulfilled Leo stood on the walkway holding the pencil in his right hand. The moment he caught it, a warm tingling sensation spread from the tips of his fingers to the palm of his hand. Then it moved up his arm and flooded his entire body. Every hair follicle, every blood vessel, every skin pore and every nerve ending fizzed. It was happening. Something made him lift his arm high above his head and point the pencil at the sky. It was time. A torrent of colour flew from the long, sharp graphite point of Pencil Number One with the combined explosive force of every firework that had ever been lit. Swirling, twisting

ribbons of red, green, pink, yellow, blue, orange and purple filled the sky, its blank canvas welcoming the multicoloured eruption like the desert welcomes rain. Teal, indigo, magenta, violet. Crimson, lavender, maroon, butterscotch. The heavens were painted with rainbows. 'WHAT'S HAPPENING?' shouted a terrified Nerys. She jumped back onto the small, circular platform as her illustrated door began to disintegrate. Peanut's face danced with colour, the joyous scene reflected in her wide eyes as she tried to take in the magnificence of what was happening in front of her. 'It's Leo,' she whispered, as bronze, silver and gold starbursts lit up the city. 'Leo is Conté's heir.