“I want to know what you intend to do to find the girls!” Nina exclaimed.
“Listen, Nina, the information Fidel and Leala have uncovered has some bearing on my decisions. If you can remain quiet, I’ll allow you to stay. If not . . .” Lucy left her sentence unfinished.
Nina folded her arms and leaned back, her glare never waning.
Lucy turned to her side, where the great sword leaned against the wall. She placed it over her lap and then commenced cleaning it. Then, “Go on, Fidel,” she said.
Cautiously, he opened a scroll, his fingers trembling. Of great age, bits from its edges broke away. “This scroll,” he said, “is very old—likely the oldest we have here at the compound.”
“Yes, I remember,” Lucy said. “I brought it with me when I first came here.”
“Well,” he continued, “I believe it speaks to current events. Remember that night at our meeting shortly after Mara and Dixon left? When I mentioned something about the moons?”
“I remember.”
“Listen to this.” He unrolled the scroll further. “It’s a most unusual prophecy. I can’t make much of parts of it, but others seem clear.”
He glanced at the others, then read: “‘Should those intended survive, watch for when the ladies look prepared to align. Then shall Ehyeh call for a testing. Through thirst, hunger, and division, they shall journey to face three challenges. A single misstep may bring ruin; perseverance, glory. Even then, they would labor long days, seeking restoration and revival.’” He cleared his throat. “I’ve never heard this prophecy before.”
“I know of it,” Lucy said.
“You know?” Leala asked. “What do you know? Is it about the twins? This part about ‘those intended.’ Is it referring to them?”
Lucy pursed her lips, remaining silent.
“I believe it is,” Fidel said. “The moons are . . . strange. I’ve never seen this before. It’s as though their paths are changing, as though—”
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