"Prophecy?" Ezekiel raised his brow. Just like him, she also received a prophecy? Did it mean, it was common for harp mark bearers?
Camma nodded at him and sighed, "According to a famous fortune teller, I must secure a role at the backstage of this theater… Or else, something bad might happen in this kingdom. It was a weird prophecy, but my whole clan believed it… so I had no choice."
If one had no idea what the prophecy meant, it would really sound ridiculous. Camma must have been an obedient child. If it were someone stubborn, he or she would never agree to such a statement.
"Camma," Ezekiel cleared his throat, "Didn't the fortune teller tell you what the prophecy is for?"
She shook her head.
"She didn't tell you anything else?"
"Hmm…" Camma crossed her arms, in deep thought. She didn't forget anything, right?
Oh, wait. She forgot an important detail.
"Well the fortune teller said… I must keep the Map of the Star safe, until the destined hero shows up."