Chapter fifty six

"Michael, what's wrong?" Claire asked, her voice shaking slightly. "You seem...distant."

Michael sighed heavily, his eyes glancing up towards the sky. "It's nothing, Claire," he said softly. "Just...thinking."

Claire wasn't convinced. She could feel something gnawing at the back of her mind, something that told her this was more than just "thinking." She took a step closer to Michael, her senses on high alert.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. Her heart leapt into her throat as she turned around, her wand at the ready. But there was nothing there. No one.

"Did you hear that?" she asked Michael, her eyes scanning the garden for any sign of movement.

Michael shook his head. "I didn't hear anything," he said. "But then again, my hearing isn't what it used to be."

Claire frowned, her mind racing. She could feel the weight of the prophesy pressing down on her, like a heavy stone crushing her spirit.

She knew that she was the one who was supposed to save the world fr