How Humanity Survived

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Eva Miles, Alistair and Hans.

Three teenagers and one big destiny:

Save humanity - or be wiped out forever.


(Super short summary, I know. XD Had to think of one up on the spot though. :P)

Submitted: June 21, 2014

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Submitted: June 21, 2014



Part One

Eva Miles sighed. She was currently laying on top of her bed in her new bedroom. Exhausted from all the unpacking she had done, Eva had retired to her bed for some well-deserved rest.

Looking around the room, she noted the pale white walls and wooden flooring. There was a wide window above her head that overlooked the massive backyard and its curtains were a pale blue. Decorating had to be done to this room or she'd go berserk.

“Eva!” her mother called downstairs. “Your father and I will be out for a bit! Stay in your room for a while, okay? The stairs are blocked with boxes!”

“Okay!” Eva replied as loud as she could.

The front door closed with a loud, audible bang. A couple of minutes passed – she could hear the sound of the car's engine starting outside–

Jumping out of bed, she looked around her room excitedly.

Time to explore the other rooms. She hadn't had the opportunity to before, but now was the time.

Walking out of the room, Eva looked down the hall. Sure enough, the stairs that led downstairs were blocked by masses of boxes – it almost looked like an island. It was amazing how they carried all of that into the house.

Thinking back to a couple of months ago, Eva remembered her father's words: “We're moving, Eva. Finally! We want to start a life in a new house – would you like to live somewhere else?

Eva had happily replied that yes, she wanted to live in a new house. The old one had been cramped and small, but it had held amazing childhood memories. She knew she'd miss that house later; for now, the vastness of the new one was what took up her attention.

Exploring the rooms, Eva thought about herself. She was sixteen now so she'd have to enroll in the local high school. She was confident that she'd be able to make friends since she was quite a social butterfly. Eva knew for certain that she'd sign up for the school's swim team – she was also a very good swimmer.

Perhaps her parents would let her get a dog. The place was big enough now and Eva was certain that her parents would be able to take care of the dog financially. Once Eva got a job, she'd help pay for their pet's needs too.

Yes, she was an only child and yes, she was a little spoiled. Eva tried to keep it down a little at times but her parents always wanted her to be happy. One day, Eva was going to do her best to make them happy too.

Walking into an empty room (it'd be the spare room, her mother had told her; there were four bedrooms in the house: one for Eva, one for her parents, and one of guests), Eva looked around expectantly. Was it another big room?

The spare room looked identical to Eva's, only smaller. Walking towards the center of the room, she breathed in the breeze from the open window. She smiled a little – she liked fresh air and morning breezes. Eva was a nature person: she loved nature and being outside.

Suddenly, unusual clicking noises were heard.

Puzzled, Eva stopped in mid-step. What was that? Where was it coming from?

The clicking noises commenced. Straining her ears, Eva concentrated, searching for the source of the noise.

She walked around the room carefully. What was making this noise? It couldn't be anything from a scary movie, could it? Listening carefully and closing her eyes, she walked where the noise became loudest in the room.

When she was certain that she was there, Eva opened her eyes – and was astounded by what she was facing.

It was the closet door. It was a very normal closet door.

Curious, Eva pressed an ear onto the wood. She was expecting the noise to come from inside somewhere, and maybe she'd open it to find a little bird –

The moment her hands and ear touched the wood, she was startled.

The closet was thrumming. The wood of the doors felt warm and alive.

Eva was curious. Tilting her head to the side she thought about it. It certainly wasn't an ordinary closet. Maybe there was a heater in there and it hadn't been turned off in ages? It was plausible, she supposed.

Well... she had better turn the heater off then. Wouldn't want the house to catch on fire.

Making sure her phone was in the pockets of her jeans, Eva squared her shoulders and wrapped her fingers around the doorknob. Slowly, she opened it and looked inside.

It was dark in there; Eva could barely see inside. Was there a heater in here? She still felt warmth coming from the corner.

Stepping inside, she reached out her hands for the heater. She wasn't feeling anything, no – there wasn't a heater in this closet, it seemed –

And then, two warm, gentle hands closed around her own.

For some reason, she didn't scream. The moment those mysterious hands closed around hers, she heard beautiful music – music that reminded her of beautiful trees, glittering waters, and bright sunlight. Her senses were overwhelmed: she smelled the fresh air, she felt the breeze and sunlight dancing on her skin, and she tasted berries that seemed freshly picked from beautiful bushes.

What was this sensation?

Compelled, Eva reached in her other hand – it too, was grasped by two warm hands.

Then, she was pulled into it's mysterious depths.


“We've got something, Hans!” a voice shouted. To Eva, it sounded like a boy's.

“We do, Alistair!” shouted an identical voice. “I hope it's not another monkey, seriously...”

Monkey? What? Eva was definitely not a monkey. At least, she hoped not anyway.

She felt bushes all around her. Where was she? Wonderings of her location didn't stun her much though. She could hear pretty bird calls over head and the humming of insects around her. Underneath her feet, she felt dirt and rocks. Was she outside?

“This has got to be a monkey,” a boy's voice stated, sounding a little disappointed. “It kinda seems like it wants to stay in the bushes.”

“Pull harder, Hans!” the same voice replied, seeming eager. “If it's a monkey, maybe we can keep it as a pet this time! We can train it to search with us!”

Eva was certainly not a monkey therefore she would not be getting any training of any sort. She wanted to tell them so but something soft was stuffed into her mouth and she couldn't make a noise.

The two hands that held hers pulled even harder than before. Eva could hear their grunts of exertion and realized that she should probably help them pull her out of the bushes.

Bracing the bottoms of one of her feet against the bark of the tree behind her, she pushed forward with all the strength she had – how could it be so hard to escape from some bushes?–

She was pulled free. The entire time she had her eyes closed and now she felt it again: the breeze, the sunlight. Her body rushed forward and it felt like she was flying... until she fell into someone's arms.

“Is... this a monkey?” asked one of the voices. His tone was filled with uncertainty.

Her face was pressed against the speaker's chest. Turning her face up, she slowly opened her eyes.

Bright sunlight blinded her. Instinct told her to close her eyes again but she kept them open. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed who she was with immediately.

She was was being held by one of them and the other one was standing a couple of inches off to her left.

They were boys. Both of them had jet black hair and sharp green eyes. Their skin was a tanned from spending hours outside and Eva could smell berries and sunshine on them. They both wore gray shirts and cotton pants. Even though she was being held by one of them, she could tell that both of the boys were taller than her. Then she noticed (as she continued to scrutinize the boy who was holding her and the other one who had just bent over to look at her face) that there was something interesting about these two:

The boys were twins. They both looked like mirror images of each other.

“So, Alistair?” the boy holding her spoke. He was looking at his twin with round eyes. “Is it a monkey?”

The boy whose face was close to her narrowed his eyes. The boy who held her had his face extremely close too – Eva felt herself flush under their scrutiny.

“It turned red,” noted the boy who's face was closer to hers. He looked interested. “Maybe it's trying to camouflage.”

“Seems legit,” the boy holding her said. “It also looks like it's got a meat bun in it's mouth.”

There was a long, stretched silence. His sentence seemed to punctuate the air.

“Meat... bun?” they both said at the same time, staring at her open mouth.

Oh, she thought, that's what's in my mouth. A meat bun.

The boys stared at her. Then at each other. Then back at her.

Silence continued. Birds chirped overhead but Eva's attention wasn't to nature anymore – it was to the boys. They eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.

Then, they began to cheer.

Whooping and throwing their hands in the air, Eva was dropped onto the ground with the meat bun still stuffed into her mouth. She couldn't help but feel abandoned.

“It's the Chosen One, Alistair!” one of the boys shouted, grinning and jumping into the air.

“It is!” yelled the other one ecstatically. He leaped into the air and laughed. “It's just like what the prophecy said, Hans!”

“We were right!” the other boy whooped. They jumped around for a while, crying out joyfully and hooting. As soon as they had both stopped jumping, they gave each other enthusiastic high-fives. Their wide grins were unnaturally identical.

Eva watched them. Although she was uncertain about what they were happy about, she felt happy for them. The meat bun was starting to feel uncomfortable in her mouth though.

But what prophecy? What were they talking about?

At the same precise time, both boys moved to crouch very close to her. Eva's felt that her personal space was being violated.

“Quick, Chosen One!” cried one of the boys enthusiastically. He pointed energetically to her mouth. “Eat the meat bun! It's in the prophecy!”

That's why Eva couldn't make a noise. She obeyed the command and started chewing delicately on the meat bun. Delicious flavor blossomed forth and danced on her tongue – she smiled and continued to chew with more gusto. What kind of meat bun was this?

“It understood you, Alistair!” one of the boys whispered in awe. He stared at Eva with wide eyes and a happily bemused expression.

Where was she? What was she doing here? She needed to swallow this meat bun and interrogate them.

Chewing fast and swallowing, she wiped juices off her chin with her sleeve and looked each boy in the eye. “Where am I?” she asked them as sincerely as she could.

The boys' eyes flew wide open with shock. Before Eva could say anything, their elated hands flew to the sides of their mouths in perfect synchronization.

“It – can – talk.” One of the boys were clearly so delighted, he couldn't speak properly. He squeaked a little.

“Hello there,” the other one greeted. He reached out and patted Eva's head like one would a puppy. “What's your name?”

“Eva,” she replied. Without thinking, she blurted out: “Are you both twins?”

The boy who had squeaked earlier was now going into hysterics. “Alistair!” he shouted at the top of his longs. His smile was so bright, Eva was almost blinded from his happiness. “It knows what 'twins' are!”

“It's got intelligence!” the one named Alistair looked like he was going to fly. Reaching out, he took his twin's hand and brought it to his cheek – the touch seemed to calm both of them down, for their bodies began to relax.

They're weird, Eva thought, as both boys leaned in – more serene now.

“So your name's Eva?” one of the twins asked. “That's a pretty name. Does that mean you're a girl?”

“Where did you come from?” the other asked. “Have you come to help us?”

Eva was stunned. What was going on here? Who were they?

“I'm a girl,” Eva told them. They looked delighted hearing her voice. “I came from my house. I'm not sure how I got here”– an image of the dark closet flashed before her eyes then –“but I think you two grabbed me from my closet.”

“Closet?” one of the boys asked. They both turned to look at each other curiously.

After a few moments, they both turned to look back at her, beaming. “We'll tell you who we are,” said one of the boys. “Want to come to our village first? The prophecy says we need to fill you in there – then you can decide about helping us or not.”

“We'll bring you back here and take you home if you decide that you don't want to,” said the other boy, looking disheartened by the thought.

“A Prophecy?” Eva blinked. She had heard about prophecies from Harry Potter and was amused to know that a prophecy had been made about her. Maybe this was all a dream.

“Yep,” the other boy answered. “We'll tell you in a bit.”

“But for now,” the other one said, reaching out and gently taking her hand in his, “let's start walking. It's going to get dark.”

Eva hesitated. What was she doing walking in a nice forest with two boys? Hadn't her parents told her not to walk or talk with strange people? She allowed the twin to pull her up and they started walking – the other twin lead the way with a happy spring in his step.

But the talk about prophecy and walking out of her closet into a forest seemed strange itself. All of this had to be a dream. Later, she'd wake up and this would all be a dream.

Eva liked this dream though. The forest, the energetic twins, a prophecy! She knew right then and there that she'd help the boys with whatever it was.

“I'm Alistair,” the twin leading them said, turning back to smile at her. “I'm the oldest–”

“–and I'm Hans,” said the twin holding her hand. He winked at her then; Eva felt something odd tingle in her stomach. “Good luck trying to figure out our names later. There's only one person who can tell us apart–”

“–and that's our grandma,” finished Alistair. He had found a stick on the ground and was now brandishing it wildly to nothing in particular. “She's the only one in the village who believes in the prophecy like we do–”

“–and now that the prophecy's been proven true,” added Hans, “the village will see that they were wrong all along. Humanity can be saved.”

“Humanity?” Eva repeated, mystified. Was this prophecy bigger than she expected? “Humanity's in danger?”

Overhead, warm sunlight peered around the branches of the trees around them. Eva could hear the chirps of various birds and occasionally, she'd spot one or two of them perching on a branch or flying away. They were colorful – they were a species Eva had never seen or read about before.

Taking in her surroundings, she noticed the lush green of the bushes that they were walking through; the tall, beautiful oaks that covered and surrounded them. The place was beautiful.

Then, she noticed that her hand was still in Hans's. She blushed a little – she had never held a boy's hand before. Was it okay if her parent's didn't know?

“Yep,” Alistair said, tossing aside his stick and looking back at his twin with a dark look. “We're the only ones living here.”

Beside her, Hans nodded. His expression was identical to Alistair's. “The prophecy said we're the only human beings left. Alistair and I went out as far as we could one day and didn't meet anyone. The prophecy's probably right.”

“Grandma believes in the prophecy like we do,” Alistair said.

“No one else in the village believes in it,” Hans added. “But today–”

“–the prophecy was proven true–”

“–and now, the villagers will believe us!”

They exchanged smug grins. “We believed,” Alistair whispered ominously. He turned to look up overhead at the sun.

“Will you help us?” Hans asked curiously.

Eva felt the moist soil underneath her feet as she walked. This was a dream, wasn't it? Could it hurt if she helped? Besides, the twins looked extremely hopeful right now – they always looked so happy – she didn't want to be the one to make them sad.

“Of course,” Eva said, nodding her head and smiling at the two of them. “I'll try my best.”

“Yes!” they both cheered. Beside her, Hans leaped into the air but he still held her hand. Eva was a little pleased – until he did drop her hand–

And suddenly, Eva was being carried. Hans was laughing and cheering, running and leaping over rocks and small bushes.

He turned to look over his shoulder at Alistair, who looked completely shocked running after them. “Race you!” he declared.

“You got it!” Alistair grinned.

Laughing, Eva gently grasped Hans's shirt. It would be awkward to put her arms around his neck. The touch seemed to stimulate Hans though – he put it a sudden burst of speed that made Eva laugh with joy; she had never had so much fun before–

Minutes passed by, but Eva wasn't paying attention to the time much. She loved the feeling of the wind and the laughter of the twin boys who she barely knew. Then, after a long time of running had passed:

“We're here!” Alistair shouted beside them.

They were running down a small hill now – they were no longer in the forest. What faced her was the vast expanse of a prairie – its long green grasses waved in the breeze as if greeting them and farther off, was a small village. The houses were made of logs and no one was outside.

“Grandma!” Alistair called, somewhere behind her. “Grandma! The prophecy's right!”

“We've got the Chosen One!” Hans shouted, running through the grass. It reached up to his knees, Eva noticed with awe. “She's no monkey! She's a human like us!”

People started running out of their houses then. Gathering in a small group, they bustled with delight at the sight of the twins running towards them and a girl in one of their arms–

As soon as they had touched ground at the village, Eva (being carried still, she felt very shy) watched the crowds. There were mainly adults – there were no children. Men dominated women here, she noticed, and they all wore baggy clothes.

Was Humanity really in danger? To Eva, it seemed like it.

They all swarmed forward, encircling her and the twins.

“Is she really the Chosen One?” a man asked.

“Has to be,” another woman answered. “We're the only ones living around here! She has to be the Chosen One from the future!”

From the future?

Slowly, Hans settled Eva into a standing position by his side. She smiled faintly at the excited looks on the villager's faces – she was used to attention at parties but this was different: they were looking at her with hope.

“Where's Grandma?” Alistair asked. Walking through the crowds, Eva and Hans followed him as he parted the villagers aside with ease. “Is she in the house?”

“Where else would she be?” A man laughed.

They walked away from the group and headed towards, what seemed, the biggest log house in the village. Placing a hand on the wooden doorknob, Alistair turned to dramatically smile at them.

“Here we go,” he mouthed, and slowly, he opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, the first thing Eva saw was the wooden table by the window. The second thing she saw, were the chairs – then the chimney–

And there, sitting beside the chimney and next to a small bed, was a small old lady with silver hair. Her wrinkles looked gently folded on her face and hands (she looked beautiful to Eva) and she wore the same gray shirts and pants like the villagers did. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun at the top of her head.

She looked up at them from her sewing and, the moment her eyes rested on Eva, she seemed to understand immediately. Smiling brightly, the old lady ushered them in.

“Hey grandma,” both twins greeted in unison.

“Hi, ma'am.” Eva bowed her head low. Her parents always told her to give high respect to the elderly – not only could they get scary sometimes but they were also very wise.

“No formalities,” the grandma said. Her voice felt silky and smooth – Eva liked her voice. “Just call me 'Grandma'.”

“She has everyone call her that,” Hans said, nudging Eva playfully. “Don't feel too bad about it.”

Grandma laughed in amusement. “Hello, boys. It looks as if you succeeded – at last. How many monkeys have you captured in the recent year?”

“A lot,” Hans said, grinning at his brother.

“Enough to build an army,” Alistair wolfishly agreed. “But that's fine. We've finally found the Chosen One! She even had a meat bun in her mouth!”

Grandma smiled. “It's been years since we've heard of the prophecy,” she said, turning her attention to Eva. “No one in the village believed in it. I'll admit, I didn't believe either.” She waved a hand towards the twins. “But Alistair and Hans were firm and stubborn about it. Every day they'd go out in search of the Chosen One in the forest; they'd leave very early and return late at night.”

Eva's eyes widened as she turned to look at the twins. Their dedication to things was impressive, she'd admit. They looked at her bashfully, scratched their heads, and looked away.

“Seeing them like that,” Grandma continued, “I couldn't help but believe too. From the start, they believed humanity could be saved – and now, they are proven right. But wait – why are you all standing?” Her eyes were wide. “Grab a chair and sit!”

Hurriedly, all three of them pulled up chairs. They placed them before Grandma, who beamed at them again.

She smiles a lot, Eva thought, just like the twins.

Glancing sidelong, Eva noticed that she was sitting next to Hans; Alistair sat on his other side. They were humming the same tune together. Noticing this, Eva giggled. Did they do everything in synchronization?

“Now that the prophecy is proven true,” Grandma spoke in a peaceful tone. “I will explain to you about the prophecy...”

She smiled at Eva with a glint in her eye.

“Chosen One.”


A/N: This is only the first part! :D The first part is coming up soon! :D Thanks for reading and hope you liked it! XD (Even though it's a tad long, LOL sorry about that :"( But I hope you continue reading!! Thanks for coming and reading again!! XD)

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