It will either persist or end today, the inauspicious day years of bad luck will cease to foreshadow the remaining bands of Eastern Cherokee tribes of Native Indians residing the Great Smoky Mountains. 

Hope will eventually come, that’s if the Great Book of Prophecies is anything to go by. Interpreting its confusing texts was one thing and finding its key missing pages was another. Regardless they needed a solution to their debilitating and horrific predicament. Beginning to find themselves in a desperate situation and can no longer tolerate the prevailing evil of the cornfield, they would resort to unspeakable means in their trial and error approach to their enduring predicament.  

It’s about time the prophesied one shows up, but Kolọ couldn’t possibly be the one. A twelve-year-old hearing and speech impaired girl couldn't possibly be the handmaid of the gods.