Chapter One Hundred & Sixty One: The Prophecies

"But the prophecy speaks of your presence," Fern said. "Perhaps it would stop the birth defects among the Fae. Being back our king."

"I doubt it will," Velma commented. "But let me see your holy books."

Velma was not sure what she needed to do, but she needed something to pacify Fern and put her at rest.

"Let us head to the temple then," Fern said taking into the air. "Use your powers... Just this once. There is no time like you said."

Velma took to the air, so did Evgenikós.

"I did not know you could fly," the duo said simultaneously.

"It is a witch thing," Evgenikós smiled.

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