Chapter 36

"That was different." I stated the obvious. 

I had never seen so baleful a death glare than the one Morgana directed at me following my poorly chosen words. To say her sharp gaze was withering would undervalue the sheer malice that poured from her eyes.

I shrivelled up and looked away. Biting my lower lip, my mind was abuzz thinking of a more helpful response. Failing, all I could fathom forth from the shallowest recesses of what I call consciousness was half constructed jokes about tea leaves and crystal balls. 

"A prophecy!" Iris shouted. 

Morgana rubbed her temples as she walked into the roundhouse and we followed behind. Rather fazed by the whole situation, I was copying what Iris was doing. 

"Yes. Another riddle to be haunted by." Morgana complained. 

Iris rushed past me and started to write on a piece of parchment.