Page 13 of Destined Dawn
“So are you, Winnie.”
My friend smiles at me. “Not in the same way, bestie, and you know that.”
“Nonsense, you’re smart and talented and–”
“I can’t wield crimson magic–”
“I bet you could learn.”
“–I’ve never predicted the future.”
“Those dreams were vague and misleading and–”
“I don’t have five powerful fated mates by my side.”
I shake my head, still unconvinced by the idea. “What does this prophecy say exactly?”
I glance at Winnie whose cheeks pinken. I turn my gaze to Stone. He opens his mouth, pauses, then shuts it again.
I frown at them both. “Don’t you know?”
“No,” Stone says, giving me a hard stare, “I do not have all six of the ancient prophecies committed to memory.”
“She doesn’t want all six, Prof., just one,” Renzo points out.
Stone inhales and exhales slowly.
“Winnie?” I ask.
“I never read the actual original text, just papers about the supposed interpretations.”
Stone buries his face in his hands like Winnie just admitted to some hideous crime. “How many times have I told you students to always read the original?”
“Can we look it up on the internet?” I ask, peering towards Trent.
“The internet’s been severely restricted by the Lord Protector, Rhi,” he tells me. “Only the most basic of functions are operating right now and all websites, except the authorities’, have been barred.”
“Great,” I say. “So my aunt says I’m some girl from thisprophecy but we have no idea what the hell that actually means.”
“I’m telling you–” Winnie begins but I stare her down.
“Where exactly can we find these prophecies?”
“What?” Stone mutters.
“Where are these prophecies kept? If there’s one written down about me, I’d like to read it for myself. See what is actually written about my fate.”
“You promised me no more crazy ideas,” he says darkly.
“No,” I say, “you said that. I made no such promise.”
Stone glares at me.
“The ancient prophecies are kept in the Albany convent,” Tristan says. “On the Gray Isle.”
“Right, so how do we get there?”
“We’re not going to the Gray Isle,” Azlan says sternly.
