Goodfellow, come on, you need to rest. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. I need this, I need that. I need to stay focus. I need to... *sigh* who am I kidding? I want to bang my head against a wall. My siblings are out. They're back. I don't know where they came back from. They didn't even tell me where they were going! Don't I deserve to know? However strange our family is, we're still family.

"You are still awake eh Goodfellow?" Grimalkin asks.

I jump. I turn to see his yellow eyes peeking out of the shadows.  

"Leave it to a feline to sneak into your room at night." I cross my arms.

"I don't pretend to know what you just spewed out." Grimalkin curls up next to me.

"Ah, you know me, always joke around." I say.

"Is this a joke to you?" Grimalkin says.

"Honestly, I have to look at it like that way." I sigh

Grimalkin's whiskers stand up. He looks at me in confusion and empathy. I take out a knife.

"If I don't look at this as a joke, I'm probably going to use this thing to-" I point at my chest.

"Goodfellow, you don't mean that." Grimalkin says.

"We'll see." I say.

I stand up. I never considered what that oracle told me. Centuries ago, I had found an old oracle that told me he knew where my siblings are. I thought he was crazy, but he... well she, this oracle can switch genders, told me they would return. I didn't believe it, but know it seems the Oracle of Apollo is true. 

"There's an old prophecy that was told to me by the Oracle of Apollo, famed Greek oracle but really he/she is just a crackpot." I say.

"A prophecy?" Grimalkin stands up.

"Yep, one that will wreak the world in darkness. A prophecy of doom. One of the few things that has scared me." I say.