The prophecy

I sat up on the couch, a look of urgency on my face as I watched him. I tried not to act concerned by his words, but it was difficult not to. "What's it?" My voice was low like I was trying to prepare myself for what he was about to tell me. And I was. I knew whatever he had to say must be grave.

"Promise you will listen to me first."

"As long as you don't claim I'm not human, we are good to go." I relaxed back on the couch. "What did you discover?"

I applauded myself on how composed I sounded. You wouldn't know I was battling with my inner self, thinking back to the dream I had, and the urgent expression on Da Ankora's face.

He looked towards my mates, who were silently watching us. They were letting me decide what I wanted, knowing I was the one he came for, and not them.

"There's this prophecy," he started, his gaze returning to my face. "Everything written in there pointed out —"

"That I'm not human?" I interrupted, knowing it was where he was heading with his words.

"Not on