But Tranquil didn't look up. She had a dreamy look on her face again. Noticing this, Sakura nudged Mika and glanced at Tranquil. "Tranquil? Is something wrong?" Black asked softly. "Not again," Variante groaned quietly. Silver stared at the weird procession curiously. Then he gazed at Tranquil. She seemed fine, if you ignore the fact that she was stroking Vagabond absentmindedly and staring into deep space.
"The first step is done, there isn't much time. Arm in arm, neck to neck. The Silver had found, the rest are yet to come," intoned Tranquil the same strange voice. Silver gaped. What the heck was happening? Gently, he touched Tranquil by her shoulder. "Tranquil?" he said softly.
During this time, Jewel stared at Tranquil, the color draining out from her face. "The prophetess..." she whispered softly to herself.
Snapping out from her daze, Tranquil looked around and cried out with surprise and indignantly, "What are all of you looking at?"
"Umm..." said Mika, unable to tell her.
"Well..." continued Variante, still gaping.
"It was the prophetess."
Everyone swirled and focused on Jewel, who was still looking pale.
"What..." gasped Black.
Looking from one face to the other, Jewel said as calmly as possible, "It was the prophetess speaking."
Scratching his head, Black asked, "Prophetess? What's that?" He looked at the others, and they shrugged in return, puzzled.
"The prophetess. She was once the most powerful witch in Thantos' kingdom. She was the one that had help the rebels brought the cruel Lord Thantos down. You ought to know, Silver. She was the one that helped your mother when in need," she continued.
Everyone gasped collectively and looked at Silver. Silver felt his blood draining away from his face. "The prophetess..." he said slowly, as he tried to remember.
"Prophetess, I'm not sure if I can hold on much longer. Please, help me take care of my son if I'm gone," pleaded a beautiful, raven-haired rogue to a silent figure in front of her.
Silently, the Prophetess took the infant from her. "Very well. Rest in peace, my dear girl," she said gently to the rogue. The raven-haired rogue gripped her hand gratefully and kissed her son goodbye, before heading towards the door.
"Alas, that will be the last of Azuria, my daughter," the Prophetess said softly, tears trickling upon her face as she gazed into her grandson's peaceful face, SilverBane.
"Silver? Silver!"
Silver jumped, his reverie snapped. He looked around confusedly, his mind whirling. Unnoticed, tears had fallen from his eyes. "The prophetess, she was my grandmother..." he whispered softly. He looked slowly at his friends' amazed faces.