Jerome's POV

I looked at my dad in disbelief. Um, no. There was no way we were the prophesized ones. What about Jason Probst? And his friends?

"Oh, look." Dad clapped his hands together. "Food!"

I glared at my dad. Changing the subject, are we now? I guess they don't want to go into detail with this, those jags. Screw them-

Oh my gods that food smelled amazing.

I attempted to take a long sniff without looking rude. Chicken, steak, fish...

Wait...

These were all cooked.

VILE CREATURES!

I looked at dad and tilted my head. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I had the fishermen catch a few extra raw fish for you."

I felt Mitch's eyes bore into my skull. I turned and looked at him. He was staring at me questionably, then a look of understanding came over his face. "Nevermind, the fish thing makes sense now." He turned back around to look at his dad.

The cooks gave us all our food, and somehow my fish wasn't stinking for the others. They kept on eating their food. I think they used magic, I'm not sure. I shrugged and took a bite from my fish.

Time Skipperoo

"Preston, your cooks make amazing food."

"I don't think I've ever eaten like that in my life."

"Of course you haven't, Mikey."

"Shut up, Lachlan."

We were talking about dinner while heading back upstairs to Preston's room when I remembered something. Our parents were acting pretty fishy back at the table before my dad rudely changed the subject. "Hey, guys?" I asked the group. We all stopped and they turned to look at me.

"What?" Rob asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Aren't you guys wondering about what our parents said?" I inquired. "Something about us being the prophesized six? Except for Mikey," I quickly added, seeing Mikey's "really" face.

Mitch's eyes lit up. "Oh my gods I was wondering when someone would bring that up."

I didn't like the mischievous glint in his caramel eyes.

Mitch pushed himself to the front of the group, beckoning us to follow him. He continued to run all the way up the stairs. Lachlan, Preston, Vikk, Rob, Mikey, and I exchanged confused glances with each other before rushing after the runaway Mitch.

Mitch ran down hallway after hallway, left and right then right again then left the right then right then...

Gods, I'm dizzy. Where is Mitch taking us and how does he know where it is?

Finally, after an eternity of rushing past endless series of doors, Mitch stopped. He did it abruptly, too, so everyone ended up bumping into each other.

Mitch pointed at the door he had stopped in front of. "When I got inside, I followed the maid who was taking my dad to the infirmary 'cause he was injured in the wolf fight. We passed by this door and the queen of Starae and the king of Triastare were talking. They said something about meeting up in this room to, 'talk about the kids.' Obviously they were talking about us, we're, like, the only kids in the castle."

"So, they're in there talking about us and the prophecy, and they don't want us to know?" Vikk inquired.

Mitch nodded before smacking a hand over his mouth. He started whispering. "Oh shoot. Uhh... they might have heard us..."

Preston gasped. "These walls aren't soundproof! We need to hide! Follow me!"

We all ran after Preston before someone could open the door and see us spying. The prince of Mycetain ran down about five different corridors and stopped in front of a closet of some sorts. Man, I feel like we've been running a lot lately.

Preston started explaining why we stopped here while trying not to wheeze. "I... forgot about... secret passages... we can use one from here... to go to a fake wall... in that room..."

I looked at him in wonder. "How do you know this stuff?" I asked, my tail wagging.

Preston had finally stopped wheezing. He put his hands on his hips and struck a sassy pose. "This is MY castle, I know everything about it," he said, attempting to do a hair flip and desperately failing. "Plus my dad's main butler told me."

Everyone burst into laughter. To outsiders, we looked like seven stupid teens laughing our butts off. We were actually secretly planning to stalk our parents while they talked about a few sentences that control the future.

Yep, that's the normal, everyday life for a bacca prince.

Preston opened the closet-thing's door and walked into the closet-thing. There was a trash can, a broomstick, and more cleaning supplies. It looked like a normal closet for the maids to restock on some cleaning supplies.

"Um, Preston? This..." Rob ran his hand along the side of the trash can. "... is a closet."

I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, Rob, for stating the obviously obvious."

Preston walked over to the trash can Rob was at and pushed Rob out of the way. Preston then picked it up and put it on the other side of the closet, revealing a small passageway just barely big enough for us to walk through. Except Lachlan, he would probably have to duck down he's so tall.

Preston walked through the passageway, and we all followed. We kept on walking for about fifteen minutes before we found the end of the tunnel. There seemed to be wood in front of us, but Preston said the wood was actually the back of a painting in the room the adults were in. Sure enough, the kings and queens started talking.

"Alright, folks, I'm sure you know why we're here."

 I smiled. They were about to begin.

A/N How long has it been? A week? Sorry, my mom's friends were visiting and my mom was acting like a nugget so... at least I got this published.

Hey, should I start a question of the day?