The Prophecy...
Breathing heavily, their hearts still racing from the surge of adrenaline, Teresa and Sia collapsed onto a quaintly designed sofa tucked into the corner of the room. Relieved that the crisis were successfully averted.
"Now That could have gone horribly wrong in ten different ways." Sia quoted herself from earlier quoting her P.E coach.
"And so would you waving that spiky little thing in our faces earlier. Which you're still holding." Teresa pointed to the scroll Sia was still holding that had long pointy things on it's sides.
"What is it? Give me that." She snatched it from her friend's clutch. Upon observing it from the outside, Teresa asked, "Where did you even find it? It looks far ancient than anything in this room."
