"That old prophetess gave you this…?" I asked, still half-dazed.
The small, thumb-sized crystal glimmered faintly in my hand, catching the dim morning light that filtered through the curtains. Alicia had woken me up just to show it, her expression serious and a little anxious.
"She said we have to leave today… as soon as possible," she explained quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside me.
I turned the crystal over in my fingers, its surface cool and perfectly smooth.
So she'd had a way to send us back all along. From the very beginning.
And yet… she said nothing about it.
Not that I blamed her. In fact, I was thankful. If we had left earlier, I never would've gotten the chance to find Elizabeth again. That alone made this detour worth everything.
But if the prophetess wanted us gone now… it meant something was coming. Something she didn't want us caught in. A danger meant for us or me.
