“Impressive,” it hissed, “But are your ‘powers’ going to help you now?” With that he lunged at Emmet and drove his blade through his stomach. Emmet paled with pain but didn’t make a sound.

    “I have a message for you, young Emmet, from the Rage; we are waiting.” Before Tyrancius could turn to me I was on top of him, the dagger I kept safely in its scabbard in the waistband of my trousers in my hand. We slashed and parried. I kicked a flowerpot over to distract him. Tyrancius leapt over it wiith ease and the fight contined. I fought up close while Tyrancius, with his long sword tried to get space for a swing. We were both good fighters. My dagger slashed through Tyrancius' dark cloak at the arm and drew blood. He replied by cutting at my face. Suddenly Emmet cried out in agony and Tyrancius, with a gleeful shine in his fiery coals, fled. As soon as he was gone, I rushed to Emmet’s side. The wound wasn’t bleeding but his skin was shining with perspiration and he was as hot as if someone had lit a fire in his flesh. He was on the edge of consciousness. I had to find help, quick.

                                                                                                 . . .

It had been eight hours since I’d taken him to my parents mortal home and I was lucky they were there. The poison from Tyrancius’ blade had worked its way speedily into Emmet’s bloodstream making it difficult for my parents to heal him but with persistence they had managed to draw it out. I was waiting faithfully to hear if he’d be alright. I felt the tug at the back of my consciousness meaning I was being called to communicate between the realms. Everything faded. The Prophets, again, sat waiting. I sat down to join them. No politeness’s were seen to; they wanted to talk and so did I.

  “Your relationship with Emmet seems to have only expanded over the years,” commented the man. The woman nodded and past her own judgement.

    “Most bonds only strengthen like yours has if more than mere companionship is shared,” she stated.

I shook my head and denied having an interest in Emmet beyond friendship.                                                "I don't see much of a bond between us," I stated. They both just smiled knowingly like they knew I was lying, which I wasn’t.

    “Be very careful,” the male warned, “Of who you bring close to you.” We all stood to leave when the woman added something else to the conversation.

    “We are sending you our daughter,” she declared gravely, “Be good.” With that the pair left my dreams and I was back at my parents' house.     

                                                                                            . . .

 Once Emmet had woken properly my parents began to question him and I was anxious to ask him a few things myself. I hammered him with inquiries about what had happened but left one until my parents had gone. The door clicked behind them, I counted to ten and took the plunge.

    “Emmet,” I whispered, “What did Tyrancius mean by ‘we are waiting’?” He looked puzzled for a moment before he answered.

    “I don’t know,” he replied shakily, “I don’t think I want to know. Do you?” I shook my head. I left him to sleep then. To rest and recover his strength.

                                                                                              . . .

 The next morning I woke to a stranger sitting on my bed; a girl, slight and with hair as dark as night. It was reasonably short and bobbed cheerfully above her shoulders.

    “Nice sleep?” she greeted, as if it were normal to be in my room at . . . SIX IN THE MORNING! Gee! This kid needed to learn normal human behaviour. Then the events of last night struck me. I read her and I knew who she was. I sat up, my shock of red curls messed up more than usual.

    “Yeah,” I answered, “You’d be the Prophets kid right?” She beamed and her eyes twinkled with laughter. She raised her hands in mock surrender.

    “You got me,” she grinned, “I’m Nasha Seer; daughter of Lila and Maro the Prophets, in the 7th Order.” Wow. She’s high up, I thought.