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The brig was desolate and dreary. It echoed more than other parts of the ship because of the close quarters and, as with all prisons, there was an unpleasant smell hanging in the air. I settled myself on a bench across from Grey's cell and took out my journal to write about what had happened the night before. I had filled almost a page when Dorian interrupted.

"How do you write in there when you cant see what your writing?"

"Very carefully," I answered without raising my head.

"What are you doing down here?" He asked.

"Guarding you," I answered putting the journal down. If he was intent on making conversation I wouldn't be able to write, a task that required my full attention.

"Why? It hardly seems the sort of task they would give you," He pointed out.

"I asked for it," I returned calmly.

"So what are they doing that you cant be a part of?" His words stung. "I hardly expect someone like you to want to hang around down here."

"They're searching for clues to the location of Zirro's hideout," I answered.

"Ah yes," he was smirking. "The home of the reclusive Zirro, an interesting thought. Tell me has anyone thought to ask why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why is Zirro so intent on killing you're sister and you?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out," I answered wondering what he was getting at.

"Have you ever wondered what it was that gave you and your sister such amazing powers?" He was enjoying toying with me, "Ever wonder what kept you two out of trouble?"

I shrugged, "Luck."

He made a tsk sound with his tong, "Wrong Miss Holmes the thing that's kept the two of you from getting killed is destiny."

"If you think I'm foolish enough to believe that…"

"What makes you think that the timing of both your powers manifesting at the same time was a coincidence," He interrupted. "You, your sisters, Zirro are all part of an ancient prophesy."

"What prophesy?" I asked.

"You're so convinced you two are in the right," he said. "Tell me, did you or your sister ever realize that it was the two of you who let me out of the painting?"

I froze; the other league members must have seen that painting before but it was only when Angie and I saw it that anything happened. I stared toward him, there was no flux in his aura to show he was lying.

"Even when my mind was trapped in that canvas I could feel the two of you arriving," he moved toward the door of his cell. "I knew that it would be easy to escape if one of you found out about me. All I needed was for one of you to touch the painting with the other present."

I thought back to the night he had escaped, back to Angie reaching over to brush the canvas with her fingertips.

"Did you honestly think that the fire that killed your parents was set to kill your uncle's will to live?" He shook his head almost sadly, "You don't give yourself enough credit Miss Holmes. That fire was meant for you and your sister."

"Moriarty and Zirro spent and gave their lives trying to keep the two of you from destroying the world," He announced. "The prophesy said that when two sisters discovered their unnatural powers their quest for vengeance would destroy the world."

"What prophesy?" I demanded.

"It went on to say that another would rise and strike down the two and save the planet from chaos," he continued

"WHAT PROPHESY?" I yelled unable to contain myself.

Dorian smiled, he was enjoying getting inside my head. "Why the prophesy that hangs on one wall of Zirro's hall."

"You've been to her hideout?"

"Oh yes," he answered smugly. "I could tell you where it is, but you wouldn't believe me."

I focused on him willing my mind to pick up on his aura with extra sensitivity. "Will you tell me?"

"Certainly," he replied. "But you are in my debt, a debt I can call up at anytime in any manner. Are we agreed?"

I hesitated for a moment, but only for a moment before reaching out and accepting his hand. I had nothing to lose and I would be able to tell if he was lying. "Agreed," I answered him.

Ten minutes latter I burst into the Library, "Zirro's in Russia ," I announced then quickly retold what had happened, leaving out some things of course.

"Russia," repeated Nemo thoughtfully. "You are certain that Grey was not lying?"

"I would have been able to tell," I insisted. "When people lie their auras tend to flu erratically."

"It's true," Angie observed. She could always tell when I was lying to Uncle about where I'd been."

"Russia sounds like as good a place to start as any," Sawyer remarked. "We certainly haven't had any luck in here."

Quartemain, Mina, Jekyll, and Nemo looked at each other doubtfully. "I suppose it couldn't hurt," Mina said quietly. "Besides If he's lying then at least we know one place she's not."

"Russia it is then."

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