"A prophecy? A little phrase, story, riddle or premonition is all we need to save the world?" She was skeptical, but not accusatory, with her words and tone.
Alisha leaned forward, with her hands on her knees, and stood up. Her dress was blackened around the hem and at spots. The bottom edge even had a few singed places. She looked down at the headmaster, who had once more dangled death into the faces of those around as a possibility.
If he is so knowingly and opening acting 'cold', then is this semi-emotionless state at the consequences and possibilities an act?"As important and cruel as words can be, they are far from an apocalyptic weapon or shield. With the exception of political careers."
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