"What? When will-" Gregor cut himself off. Sandwich was just a crazy man who spent all day locked in a room, writing stupid things on the wall. "I will explain. The first line means you have returned, and you have. The beauty and peace begin to die when spinners attack. So I assume the spinners will attack. The third line is confusing, but it means-" Vikus was cut off by Sara, "It means someone who can sing and Queen Luxa will fight together. It is a most unlikely pair I believe." Sara was standing in the doorway. That girl was really annoying, and they'd barely just met. "Oh and should you decipher the rest, or shall I?" Vikus asked. Sara pretended to think about it for a moment then said, "Both." Vikus sighed and continued, "So either one of them may die. So they will write their wills? The voice is a beauty, that is obvious, and tall. She must be careful, but not too careful, or that is danger." Vikus paused, "Okay, I will continue then. The queen, Luxa, will try not to lose this battle. This is crucial she does not lose. I expect she will be in pain, and the spinners' muse for something. The warrior's love? It will die? What kind of love? You will cry, and that will make you weaker." Vikus started to speak again, "If the soldiers fret, ah, make a fuss, they will die and be regretful. The death will be one important person, I believe, but not clear who. It is not the warrior, you, Gregor. I hope." Someone important was going to die. Die. "I hope that's not me" Gregor thought. Sara looked at him and saw his expression. "Gregor, worry not, this does not plan on you-" Sara was interuppted by Mareth running in, and shouting at Sara, "Sara, you must come, Vikus, there was an emergency." Mareth said, worried. "Who, who was it?" Sara asked," Your mother." Mareth said quietly.
A sad look fell on Sara's face, and she said, "And so, the prophecy begins."
