Seto's POV
I took a deep breath and pulled back from the brewing stand, the potions bubbling at me. I just created another batch of healing potions. We were running low, or at least, they were. I didn't belong here, none of us did. They were under my protection, but I've only found Sky, Ty, Jason, a few new people, and now Samantha.
I sighed crossly. How am I supposed to do this if the Prophecy says otherwise? They still have a job to do. Truthfully, there was a second part of the scroll. I had neatly torn it off with magic, I couldn't bear for Samantha to have read it...
I gave into the guilt and unbuckled it from my belt, unraveling it and allowing my eyes to scan the writing:
... Tragedy will strike one
a fate one cannot outrun
tail wings and ears
all will shed tears
no longer full of life
fallen by a knife
the one of Ender
life he will render
his true powers emerge
the hybrid halves shall purge
sacrifices must be made
to be saved by the jay
as a Sorcerer will pay
they should not be unafraid.
A knock on the door made me jump in surprise, immediately rolling up the scroll and attaching it to my buckle. I swished part of my cloak over it right as a guard opened the door.
"Sir Seto?" He asked. "General Sky said that he needs to speak with you." I dipped my head.
"I need to drop these off at the Hospital Wing." I gestured to the potions.
"Of course. Take yer time." As soon as he left, I ran to the other edge of my brewing room, pulling back a curtain and revealing a lone brewing stand. It had one potion attached to it, its hue all colors at once.
"I'm almost done." I whispered to the room. "Then they'll have their memories again."