Immediately, the air temperature dropped so fast that my ears popped, and frost started to form on my nose.  The water in the fountains froze over with a skin of delicate ice.  “What the heck…”  Antigone was examining one of the fountains, one that the ice had only partially covered.  I didn’t get that girl.  The world could potentially be ending and she was checking her reflection in the water.  Really?  “Uh, guys?  I don’t have a reflection…”  Great!  Now she was freaking out that she couldn’t see her lovely face.  “You’re not a vampire are you?”  Quinton chuckled.  Leave it to him to crack jokes in a time like this.  “No.  I’m dead serious.”  Antigone’s voice was shaky.  Her normal mask of calm was long gone.  Instead of the strong, brave leader I knew Antigone to be, I saw a lone child forced to take a role she wasn’t ready for.  I gently sighed and saddled up next to by beloved pal.  As I leaned in over the fountain to get a closer look of Antigone’s not so present reflection, a shiver went up my spine.  The water in the stone basin looked dark and sinister.  It was smooth now, and I couldn’t see the bottom, even though the fountain was only about 2 feet deep.  I blinked, shaking off the odd feeling.  Instead, I focused on the task at hand.  It was true that Antigone’s reflection was nowhere to be seen, but my face stared back at me.  What was with that?  I even made a face to confirm that that face was really mine.  “What in the world?”  I muttered under my breath.  Behind me, Hachi and Paix smiled.  Hachi came up beside me.  “You’ve noticed that the water is not of this world.”  She exclaimed, which was kinda pointless, like breathing is important.  “Only those with a twisted future cannot see their reflection.  I’ll show you why…”  With that, the girl shooed Antigone and I away from the fountain.  She herself drew near to the stone and began to run her hands along the glassy surface of the water.  Even upon contact, the water remained still and undisturbed.  Carefully, Hachi mumbled something, and the water started to recede to the edges of the bowl, definitely defying gravity and about a dozen other rules.  In the center of the fountain, a blurry light formed.  It spread throughout the water like ink on wet paper.  The light turned a dark shade of grey, and shapes popped up.  There were 6 hazy images, almost human, running alongside a river.  One of the images had distinct wings attached to its back, so I knew that must have been Sage or me.  As soon as the image had appeared, it dissipated, only to be replaced with another.  This one was a light color of blue.  Again, there were 6 figures, only they were falling from the sky, twisting this way and that, trying to regain their sense of direction.  Another scene played.  The same 6 silhouettes lying on the ground of a forgotten landscape, unmoving.  All these pictures, I realized, were of us, the 6 children of the Prophesy.  This was our future, turmoil and danger included.  “I can use the fountains to see into the future.  Only those with clear fates can I see.”  Hachi retracted her hand from the water, and stepped back.  “You, however,”  The girl pointed to Antigone.  “Are hazy.  You have a certain fate that is not to be revealed.  You cannot see your reflection because you simply because your fate hasn’t been decided.”  Hachi said this so casually, it sounded like she was suggesting lunch.  Antigone, on the other hand, looked like she had taken a sucker punch to the gut.  Her face had gone deathly pale, and her entire frame was shaking.  “I can see the past!”  Paix called helpfully.  The comment was a BIT out of place, but Ok.  Antigone still shivered.  Her eyes grew distant, and she collapsed onto the floor, taking out about a dozen fountains on her way down.  “Oh dear.”  Paix cried.  She snapped her fingers, and red fingers of magic swirled to her aid, dissolving the fallen fountains.  Sage and I worked together to drag Antigone from the wreck, and off to the side of the room.  Her breathing was ragged, but she’d survive.  After the mess was cleaned up, we rejoined with the others.  They were all silent, as if they were still trying to process what was happening.  “So…”  Jada broke the silence.  “What about the seam majig that might end the world?”  More silence.  Paix and Hachi shifted their weight.  “Until the rift is fixed, things will start to unwravel.  Things that weren’t allowed to pass between worlds now will.  Demons that once were dead can now come back through time and into the world of the living.  Time and reality are dissolving.  It is all Morian’s doing, I predict.  With the seam broken, he is free to conquer as many worlds as he desires.  There are no boundaries.”  Paix looked frightened.  Her hair stuck out more than usual, almost like she had stuck her finger into an electric circuit.  “He upset the balance of chaos and peace and therefore broke the sacred binding that links all things together.  Once the seam is broken, chaos is free to reign.  Worlds can be devoured at a flick of the finger.”  I gulped.  Things were not looking good for me and my pals.  Not only did we have to get to Lendeor and find the book about defeating Morian, but now we had a time limit and real drive.  Before, it didn’t matter if the quest took several months.  Safehaven was protected by magic and stuff.  But if all that was gone, Safehaven was like a sitting duck.  Morian could attack at any time.  Maybe he was right now!  I almost exploded from all the ideas that came to me.  I was certainly doomed.  And just when I thoughts things couldn’t turn worse, Gwindol piped up.  Yes, he was still in the form of the rearing dragon on my collarbone, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t keep from talking in my mind.  Now I had to juggle all my emotions and thoughts with a dragon ranting on in the back of my mind.  Wonderful!  I was about to slap myself in the face, maybe that would shut the dragon up, but Paix saved me.  She had slipped away unseen and had returned just as speedily.  “Hungry?”  She asked, a platter of warm cookies balanced on her hand.  For once, Gwindol and I agreed on one thing.  It was time for a snack.