Prophecy

"The hour grows late, yet you are still awake, Anfey," Saul said in a hushed voice.

"Master, you’re back," Anfey said, turning to face Saul. He needed the silence of the garden to aid him in his thought process, and by the time he noticed Saul, it was too late to hide. Today was not a good day to talk to Saul, who was smart enough to know how much his decision to attend Grandon’s party had impacted Christian. Anfey knew that talking too much could mean that he might accidentally show how angry he was about Saul’s decision.

"I’ve been back," Saul said. "Why aren’t you in bed?"

"I’m watching the stars," Anfey said. "I think it’s exceptionally beautiful today."

"Stars?" Saul asked, lifting an eyebrow. He glanced at the sky and said slowly, "I haven’t stargazed in a while. Do you know what the stars are made of?"

"Um, fire elements?" Anfey didn’t know if Saul knew what stars were really made of, so made up an answer.