Rogue sat on her balcony with Remy by her side. They didn't know what to say after they saw that prophecy so they didn't say anything. "Y' gonna fight?" he finally asked her while running a hand through her hair.

"Ah have ta. It's eitheh that or who-knows-what." Rogue said as she looked at him, "Ah need ya there ta fahght with me."

"O' course, chere, mais we gotta make sure y'll live. Remember? Only deux mus' die."

"So ya want ta see Anya's best friend, a gah who has trahd helpin' us, dah in front o' yar vereh ahyes? What 'bout Storm? Without her we neveh would've met."

Remy glared at the ground before looking at her. "De war is tomorrow, chere. We can' do anyt'in' t' change it." he said as he cupped her face.

"Ah know. Ah jus'...ah wish none o' this eveh happened."

Remy seemed to freeze. "If none o' dis ever 'appened den we would've never met. Do y' wish y' never met moi?" he asked in disbelief.

"No! Remy, no! Ah love ya. Ah don' want ta lose ya, but...this war...ah'm worried somethin'll happen that we'll regret."

Remy nodded before pulling her into a gentle, but loving hug.

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Jean and Scott walked through the garden. They were just as worried as Rogue and Remy, but wouldn't show it. As they walked Jean held a rose in her hand. Twirling it, she felt the petals flutter against her fingertips. "Jean?" Scott asked worriedly.

Jean looked up and smiled. "Yes, Scott?"

"Are you worried? About the prophecy?"

Jean nodded. "Of course I am, Scott. I'll be the first one to die."

"No! Remember what they said. You don't HAVE to die. Only that witch, Storm, and lover boy, Airin, have to die. You can live." he said as he grabbed her shoulders.

"Scott! What if I don't want them to die? I'll sacrifice my life for them to live, Scott. You know that." Jean said with hurt in her eyes.

"I know. I just...I don't want to lose you, Jean." Scott said as they sat on a bench and watched the sky.

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Anya and Airin were sitting by the lake. Airin had been completely silent since they had seen the prophecy and Anya was glad. She didn't want to talk about it. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head on his shoulder. "Y're scared, aren' y'?"

Airin stood in frustration. "Of course I am, Anya! I have to die because I will try and save you!"

Anya stood as well and said, "Den don' save moi. Y' don' 'ave t' trah and 'elp moi, Airin. Ah can take care of mahself."

Airin looked to the ground and said, "We're best friends, Anya. You know I'll try and save you."

Anya nodded before realizing something, "Not if ah put a spell on y'."

"A spell?" Airin asked as he looked up.

"A spell t' make y' not 'elp moi."

"But what if-"

"Trust moi, Airin. Now relax." she said before pulling out her wand, "Airin, mon best ami now and fereveh, make sure 'e 'elps me, neveh."

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Wanda pulled out her red cloak and put it on before walking to the war room. Inside was Marius and his trusted advisors. "Planning without me, Marius?"

Marius and the men looked up and immediately paled. "Um...Wanda! What do you mean? We were only discussing-"

"Discussing how to do this war while I know every move they will try to make. I have a source."

Marius arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "And who exactly is this source?"

Wanda smirked and pulled out a daggar before slicing the map he had and sticking it in the table. "Should this mean something to me?" he asked after a moment of silence.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "This daggar belongs to one of their witches. A Miss Jackie. She has told me every move and what they plan to do."