The fire crackled, the leaves rustled, the breeze whispered, everything but humans speaking continued as if not interrupted. Then a huge laugh came from Martina. "The Prophecy of the Destined Three? Oh, please, don't you mean the Prophecy of Winnie the Poo?"
"I do not know who Winnie the Poo, a wonderful person I am sure, but this prophecy, I know, is not about him." shaharazhad replied calmly. "Until now, i have not known who it was about, but now, it is quite obvious. It refers to three people. And the only three people who even have the slightest chance is you."
"Look, We don't know anything about this world, I mean were from Vancouver, Canada. We're not going to be of much help..."
"Taledo, you have no idea what the prophecy is, how can you be so sure it is not about you and your friends?"
I had no answer to that.
Shaharazhad settled herself by the fire, looking completely at peace. While Doldi clasped the pitcher of water against her chest as if it were her child. "Sit" Shaharazhad said, feeding dried leaves into the fire. But these were not regular leaves. when caught fire, they released a fresh scent and a cloud of sweet smelling silver smoke. "I heard this prophecy when I was 14, at my coming of age ceremony. And I am telling you this now, for you will play a great part in the story this prophecy tells."
She closed her eyes and recited from memory, "Beware of dangers to be faced, for in the end th wind shall save. Three of which the job shall be to bring the destined to the destiny."
"Wow..." I breathed.
"But...but..." Martina stuttered, "that doesn't necessarily mean we're the three in the prophecy."
"Martina, you can keep telling yourself that if you wish, but it isn't going to change anything, the prophecy couldn't be any clearer if it had used your names. You are the only hope. The only hope for people that he really can be defeated."
"Wait a second," I said, "Whose 'he'?"
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