For the next week I stayed in my room during the night. I soon realized that Lord Bastillion loved to roam the castle when the moon was in the sky, so I did everything in my power to stay away from him.

In the day time, I would read, talk with Lady Bastillion, or try to talk with Nolan. I soon discovered, however, that getting a word out of Nolan is one of the most difficult challenges to overcome. He was shy, of course, and perhaps didn't want my company. But I couldn't help it, I was curious of him.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"This will be my third year."

I nodded, happy with the almost immediate response. "Did you always live in this world?"

He nodded. "Born and raised." He seemed unamused, or maybe annoyed. He was tending the flowers in the garden and I was just kinda standing there while he did all the work. I was surprised by how gentle his large claws were.

"Do you have any roses?" I asked.

He turned to me, confused. "No...why?"

I shrugged. "Well, I don't know. I just really like them, I guess."

He stared at me for a moment but then quickly looked away, suddenly quiet and reserved once again. All was silent except the chirping of birds and the sound of water rushing against the stems as he watered the flowers. "How are you taking this all in?"

I was shocked I almost didn't answer. He asked me a question! By his own will, nonetheless! "What do you mean?"

"You come from a world with no magic, and now you're in one. How are you coping with that?"

I thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. "I mean... I don't know. When Lady Bastillion explained it to me I just kind of excepted it, which I know sounds weird. She said I had a prophecy? That everyone does here?" I sighed. "That part seems weird to me. How did she know I had one? Does she know what it is?"

He was silent for a moment, and then replied, "Maybe."

"Do you have one?"

"Have what?"

"A prophecy." I smiled.

He nodded. "I do."

"How do you know what it is?"

"When we first enter this world, we are given it. We can feel it in our blood. We all know of it, just as we know how to breathe. You know yours too," he shrugged, "even if you don't realize it yet."

"Maybe..." I shrugged. "But I just want to go home." I truly did. My father must've been so worried about me, he had no idea what even happened that night. I hope Oskar explained something to him...or maybe it's best if Oskar stays away from Dad while he's on that magic stuff. "I wish my brother would listen to me."

Nolan was silent for a moment, trimming the flowers so they didn't look so wild. "Maybe you should try figuring out your prophecy. It will tell you your path and fate in this world. Perhaps it can help you with figuring out the fate of your family."

I nodded. "That's a good idea, except...how do I access my prophecy? You said we get it when we're born. Well, I didn't get mine."

"Oh, you did. Trust me."

I sighed. "Well, do know of anyway I can find it within me?"

Nolan turned to me. "Surround yourself with things you love. When we are born in this world, we are surrounded by people we love naturally. Our mothers love us no matter what, most of our fathers do... You need to surround yourself with people you love. I know that may be hard, considering your family is not able to join you here, but I'm sure you can figure it out."

I nodded, although I had no idea how I was gonna achieve that. How do you get people to love you as quickly as possible?

That night, I had an odd dream. Lord Bastillion was crying.

"Are you okay?"

He just kept crying. I tried to touch him but I couldn't. It was as if a force was holding me back.

"Why are you crying? What happened?"

And suddenly, it hit me a ton of bricks. What hit me? I don't know? All I knew was that I was falling to the ground, suddenly feeling cold and not being able to move. I looked up to see Oscar staring down at me, no emotion in his face. "You killed The Lord." He said.

I wanted to ask him what was happening, but I couldn't move.

Then I saw Nolan kneeling next to my face, crying as Lord Bastillion had just been doing. "It'll be okay, everything will be okay, it'll be okay-"

When I woke up, I was sweating like crazy. I got out of bed, and paced my floor, trying my best to catch my breath. Was that...my prophecy? But it didn't make sense. Nolan said I had to surround myself around people who loved me, and no one here loved me.

Maybe it wasn't. I sighed, climbed back into bed, and slept soundly the rest of the night.