Gun sat up, waking from his peaceful sleep with a start. He'd heard the echoes of prophecies before, but very rarely did they involve him. Normally he'd write down what he felt was relevant and send the message to the closest person afflicted by such a prophecy. However, this one was different. The witch that had spoken it was a familiar face. The ones that had received it were powerful and had the resources to act quickly.
Four Heirs to Contend.