Decoding a Prophecy

I sat in the chair fidgeting with my clothes, waiting for the questions to start, but Blake was too preoccupied with other things. He ran his hands through his hair and mumbled to himself, his movements agitated and erratic.

Something big must have been happening for him to act that way. He paced back and forward across the small room we had been given from the inn owner.

This inn was not as exquisite as the last. The innkeeper was a cheery young woman with rosy cheeks, and a bubbly personality, but had a keen ear for gossip, much the same as the last. I was glad to have been passed out when Blake had brought me in. Right now I didn’t need to deal with people sticking their nose into my business. But I bet she was all excited about me. Someone being brought in unconscious was always going to be a subject of interest.

“Where is he?” Blake growled suddenly.

I jumped off the chair in surprise and Blake gave me a look that