“Lily…” The elders were enthused when Lily with a scrunched forehead refused to give them an answer. She seemed to be someone that was lost in thought. Leila gave her a slight push with her elbow, and she turned around, her right eyebrow piqued, wondering why her sister was jabbing her physically in a room full of elders she cared not a hoot about, unless perhaps, for their safety. Her immediate concern at the moment was what she had just heard from Prescott. If he thinks that Emma was the chosen one that the prophecy had talked about, then they all should be talking about how to bring her back,...