Prophecy

The room was enormous and bright.

Thousands of lights twinkled above, like pretend stars.

Sharra sat on a throne at the other end of the long black and white checkered floor.

"There's a prophecy you should hear, dear Jasmine. Let me tell it to you," Sharra said. Her voice was soft and steeling at once.

It penetrated my mind, though her lips moved as well.

"I don't want to hear any of your lies."

"Is that so?" She pounded her staff on the floor once and my body stiffened before it abruptly went lax.

Words I wanted to say couldn't be uttered as she took control. Like a puppet on a string, Sharra forced my legs forward until I stood in front of her. An eerie greenish glow spewed from the orb on her staff.

She leaned forward and flexed my wings. They beat against her back. Splendid and glorious. I ached at the sight of them.

"I'm not going anywhere." Her eyes glistened, like the shining feathers of a raven, dark orbs dancing with excitement.

"The prophecy goes like this: One shall