Aidon exited the Hall of Prophecy and proceeded down the corridors till he reached Becca's office door. He knocked lightly and awaited for her response. His hand held the cool glass orb in the pocket of his midnight blue robes. Placing his wand in the other pocket, he took a deep breath...exhaled. His brain was still in an uproar, swiftly connecting the dots to the confusing yet far too clear prophecy that he held with him. He shook his head and repeated the breathing process. He looked up and waited for Becca.