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 "Are-are you sure?" asked Blake, almost shivering. "I mean, will you help me?"

 Cis frowned. "Of course. Actually..." she drifted off, looking away, but Blake brought her look back.

 "What? Actually what?" asked Blake.

 "Actually, I-I had a dream like that too. A man said 'This is the end of Magica!' or somthing like that."

 Blake stared at Cis in amazement. "Then-then maybe others might have heard that too, like us..."

 Cis shook her head, making her glistening red ponytail shake right-to-left. "I don't think so. I dreamed that when Skul was bullying you, and I say no one would have visioned it except for Skul, and that won't help. We should handle it together. By ourselves," she said, her eyes glistening as her hair. "I always wanted a full-adventure!"

 Blake forced a smile as the class started. Cis isn't taking this seriously, he thought, but I feel this is something important. So Blake stayed that way, thinking and visualizing things that will happen, and could happen, all the through class. After school was finished, he was walking home, kicking a round, white rock, when someone tapped on his shoulder. He looked back, expecting Skul, when he saw his mother.

 "Back from school, deary?" she asked Blake.

 "Yes, mom...." Blake hesitated if he should tell his mother about the prophecy. But then he thought what Cis had said. 'I always wanted a full-adventure!'. He wanted to have an adventure too, and his mom would never let him go out of his room if he told his mom that. Instead, he decided to tell his brother. A red. A red would know what to do, he decided. A red must be wise.

 When Blake told the story to his brother, Famm, he frowned.

 "I don't believe you. Nothing like that's happening. Magica's all safe. Now, I'm busy."

 Blake decided he and Cis was the only hope. He decided something-something bad will happen soon, and he'll try to do something then. Now, there was nothing. No evidence, no bad people-except Skul, thought Blake, but that's not the issue-then suddenly, he fall to the ground, making a big thump. His mother caming into the room by the sound.

 "Blake what's wrong?! Are you sick?! Should I....." But his mother's desperate voice trailed off by the voice in Blake's head.

 "You are the decendant of the great king Magzonia," said a low, hoarse voice. "you should be the king. You're already 14... You can be a king in 3 years. Invade magica and you'll be king now..."

After the message, Blake stayed in bed for days with high fever. And during all that, the only thing he thought about was how he could invade Magica.