Lone Warrior- Chapter 4:Caygans and Calgarians (Continued)

I blinked. How could someone be angry for 200 years? How could someone even be alive for that long? And the same question kept popping up, what is a Caygan? Was it a type of creature? A place or a race of people? Solan seemed desperate to go to a 'Caygan Camp'. That suggests that Caygans are a race not an object or a location. But if Shaharazhad's mother was at a Caygan Camp, then perhaps Shaharazhad had also been at such a place. Martina appeared not to have heard anything. Megan rolled over in her bed, her eyelids opening slowly, then sitting up. The door to the caravan opened and Doldi popped her head in, "Ah! Good, you're awake! The three of you had best get out here. Oh, and Shaharazhad dear, they're is a rider here to see you. Says her name is Ticara."
"Yes, I was expecting her. In fact she is late. I'll go see her now." Shaharazhad stood and left the caravan, followed by Doldi. Shrugging her shoulders and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Megan left as well.
By the time Martina and I were out by the fire with Doldi and Megan, Shaharazhad had already disappeared into the trees. "I don't understand," Martina whispered into my ear.
"Don't understand what?"
"Why Doldi and Dornen are helping us. They don't know anything about us. It just doesn't make any sense," she replied.
"Well, maybe they don't care." I answered.
Megan, who until now, had been silent and staring at the fire as if the heat pained her, spoke up. "Gypsies are very spiritual. Maybe they're helping us because, I don't know, a prophecy or something has foretold it."
"A prophecy?" Martina guffawed, "You're joking, right? Why would they're be a prophecy about us? We're just normal teenagers."
"Well, excuse me," Megan said defensively, "but what has happened to us so far hasn't exactly been 'normal'."
I had to admit she was right. I think Martina thought so to because she suddenly became very interesting in the tin cup of water she was holding.
"What are you girls talking about?" Doldi inquired, puring water from a pitcher.
"Oh we were talking about prophecies ans stuff," I blurted without thinking.
My friends sent me warning look to late. Doldi dropped the pitcher and Dornen's pipe almost fell into the fire as he let go of it in shock. The silence afterward was almost unbearable. "Pr...prophecies?" Dornen finally stuttered.
"Umm...yeah..." I answered, unsure of myself.
Shaharazhad appeared at that moment, a frown creasing her forehead as she saw the dropped pitcher and Doldi's look of shock. "What's wrong?
"I just said we were talking about prophecies" I answered quietly.
Shaharazhad did not react by dropping a things, but her frown did deepen. "Ah...I see you will need a briefing."
"A briefing?" Martina murmured.
"Yes, about the Prophecy of the Destined Three."