Okay, so this one's gonna be short, since I fell down at school in P.E and scraped my elbow, so it hurts whenever I bend it. My other arm hurts too, and my knee. Writing this chapter was so painful.
"How about we kill him?" Asked Ben.
"What about the prophecy?" Mal asked, he looked confused. "If we kill him, we might change the prediction of the fortune teller. She told Gaston I'd kill his son, but she didn't say how. Killing him deliberately might change the prophecy."
Ben thought for a moment. "We'll ask the fortune teller herself then. She's still alive, right?"
Mal nodded.
"Okay then, Mal tell the others to pack their bags. We're going to the Isle!"