Now he was a protagonist—one of Lord Channing’s esteemed, chosen “Young Heroes.” His status, his life, had just gotten a serious upgrade. So I supposed this jerky attitude of his could’ve just as easily been a reflection of his newly developed sense of importance.
I realized then that I had been staring off into space and dancing on autopilot for some time. Daniel was still waiting for my response to his massive revelation.
Alas, I honestly didn’t know what to provide for one. Just because the idea of prologue prophecies made me queasy, didn’t mean that was how he felt. Although, either way, I conceded that it was probably a lot for the guy to process and, jerk or not, the right thing to do would be to cut him some slack.
You know, try and empathize.
“Wow,” I finally said. “Um, a lot t
