A Promised Prophecy

Chapter Seventy

"We're hoooome," Est sang as she opened the door.

We both looked over at Est and Callisto as they entered the room, but James made no motion to pull away his hand. While they both seemed like their normal selves, there was something different about Callisto that I couldn't quite put my finger on. He was always quiet, Est had acknowledged that in the past, but the way his eyes looked forward, it was almost as if they were dead inside.

"Well?" She questioned as she joined us on the bed. She sat down directly in between the two of us as if she didn't notice or care that our hands were holding. Then she smiled, as if she knew something happened, before asking, "What did ya find while we were gone?"

"Nothing," I admitted. It was easier for me to answer than James considering he didn't even pick up a book since entering the room. "I was hoping these books could provide me answers on why I'm still here but I have nothing."

"I bet their boring to read too," she laughed.

"Tell me about it." I groaned and handed her a book to look through herself. James and Callisto then also picked up books and began to flip through the pages.

"What exactly am I looking for here?" She finally asked. I laughed at the thought of her possibly reading over something important and not realizing that it was the exact answer I needed. She smiled at my response before adding, "It's been a rough twenty-four hours."

I filled Est and Callisto in on the conversation I'd had with James about how I ended up losing my magic and how, from my understanding, I should've lost my magic and my life.

"I've seen it happen," Est admitted. "A beautiful and lively witch, captured, and when they drained her magic it pulled the life right out of her, she turned into a mummy, devoid of her usual plump features, before turning into dust."

"Est," Callisto chided with a small smirk.

"Ok, sure it was in a movie, but I bet that's what it looks like. How else do you explain your life leaving your body? Surely they consulted with professionals for that scene, right, Rhea?" She nudged me with a smile on her face that contradicted every emotion I had been feeling over the last twenty-four hours. If it was her mission to bring a little bit of chaos and joy back into the room, she succeeded.

"Well," I acted as if I was going to correct her.

"No, don't answer me truthfully. I don't really want to know."

"With years in the industry, I can admit that some things are fabricated purely for viewership." I answered her anyway and she clutched her chest, falling backward onto the bed. "I highly doubt they'd consult murderers anyway. We pay anyone we consult, even for the smallest of things. If they bring experience, we bring money."

"Maybe we'll find out if they ever make a documentary on Eris and what's happening right now. Assuming we live through this." She sat back up with a smile, one that indicated she didn't mean for the conversation to suddenly turn dark. Then she corrected herself, "If it wasn't clear, I'm team Rhea. We all are. We're going to get out of this all together."