Jin lead me to the main room where everyone else was. Hoseok was dancing. I see how he can get violent; his movement was... very violent. Yoongi was rapping. Words of hatred assaulted my ears. But he was good. Very good. Namjoon joined him with words of wanting. They sound good. The others were talking with each other.

"Guys, where did you put the Prophet?" Jin called out to the others.

"Wait, you have a person captive?" I was alarmed. A prophet was a person.

"Who said anything about a person?" Jin said as Jimin handed him an old book. "This is the Prophet. I know, it's a book." He sat me down on a comfortable chair and tossed the book on my lap. I opened it.

Inside the book, there were words. Obviously. It says:

May the Queen meet her realm

Caused by the one who stops the deed

She will be at the helm

Her subjects, under her heed.

The rest of the page was blank. I turned the page. There were more words.

She shalt find her sword

Where she will learn to swim

At the magical fjord

of which, fight with him

The King of the Nine Circles and

The Guardian of the Circle of Anger

The rest of it was blank. My hands shook. Jin noticed that.

"What's wrong, my Queen?" He asked me. I thrust the book into his hands.

"What does it mean?" I asked him. He opened the book. He read the page.

"This wasn't here before," Jin said, puzzled. Then smirked. "Oh, good luck with him." I punched him in his solar plexus.

"Jesus, I was kidding, my Queen," Jin said, out of breath.

"Punch him again!" Hoseok yelled at me. He came over. "My Queen" he added hastily

"Please call me Jay Eun," I told him. Being called 'my Queen' gets annoying after a while.

"As you wish, Jay Eun." Hoseok bowed, then took the Prophet from Jin's hands. He read it, I tried to stop him, but he waved me away.

"Hoseok, give it to me!" I yelled at him. He completely ignored me. He read it. He smirked, too.

"Good luck with him." He said the same thing as Jin, who was laughing in the background. I was tempted to punch him but he ran away before I could do anything. The others gathered around us.

"Are you people talking about me?" A cold voice spoke. It was Yoongi.

Oh no. This wasn't going to be pretty.