(LET's START, PEEPS!)

(BEFORE WE START, I'd like you to know that if you have NOT read 'Gifted', some events in this book  will not make sense. Also, Tinfoil rhymes when he speaks, but not when he thinks. Got it? Okay..)

(Tinfoil's POV)

Sleep was troublesome.

I groaned as my insomnia took over me, and I scratched my fur tiredly.

Why was I unable to sleep?

Sighing, I toss the blankets over my head, close my eyes, and crossly wait for sleep to wash me away.

I then proceed to have a headache.

I get up from my bed, only to find myself lying down on Netherrack. I'm in the Nether.

Looming in the distance is a Nether Fortress- No, wait, it's much bigger- a castle.

I push myself up.

"Where am I? Where do I currently lie?", I wonder aloud.

Red smoke swirl in front of me, and it solidifies to a figure in a red cloak. His hands are at his sides, clenched.

Words form next to the figure.

"The prince must answer the call, lest his stability should fall.

The Prince shall ride away, avoiding the Red Decay.

He and friends shall travel down, until they reach the essential town.

The prince shall decide what path he'll go, Avoid the blow.

But the Prince must be wary.

Misfortune around him will carry."

Just as the words fade, and before I could analyze this new prophecy, the figure's eyes snap open, revealing demon-red eyes.

He growls, and jumps at me, claws burning into my chest.

I black out of the dream.