Ashwa was certain that she hated prophecies. She had sat there on the cold floor for about and hour, still pondering about the short prophecy related to the Great Bad Prophecy. But now that she was thirsty, she started to creep to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Everyone was still helping poor Nadine, trying to comfort her and this that, blah, blah, blah. Ashwa had other things on mind. Like asking Dunce what were the “four sorceresses” used for and why they were special.

Swallowing the cool ice water, she washed the cup and thought to herself, out of the blue. What if I have never been born? That would be good. She was still getting the hang of that she was special, and she’ll kill everyone when she grows up. What a comfort.

Passing the living room, Nadine’s cat eyes glared at her as Kayla and Jenson treated to her burn on her shoulder. Ashwa didn’t mind, and grinned mockingly. That shows that I have power. But I’m still not sorry now that she knew not to mess with me, she thought, trying to hide the guilt that spread throughout her heart like a dark blanket. Turning around for one last look on the girl, she went into the room and picked up the old book.

A map dropped out and landed on the wooden floor. She picked it up and inspected it carefully. A trail of dots showed where the person was planning to go. First, she found a small icon with the description; Elven School of Magical Abilities. Then-

“Ashwa? Come help me with the blankets. It’s already eleven ‘clock!” Kayla yelled from the living room. Sighing, Ashwa got up and walked into the living room. She still hasn’t read the map closely enough yet. But that could wait. Now…Well, now she’ll help Kayla for a while.