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know an age, let alone a season, or a day! It is impossible!”
                  Brandon pulled the page back again and began reading.
                  “ A man branded in the name of the dead on his left hand must be trusted. If he is true, Edward will be his name . It is dated, for today. Night four, Spring, Age of War ." Brandon looked up. Edward’s jaw hung open in complete shock. Edward tried to speak, but he could not make a sound. He closed his mouth, swallowed, and tried again.
                  “I don’t understand,” Edward said, frustrated. “The degree of certainty and the amount of detail put into this prophecy is overwhelming and substantial. No one has been able to envision names, and the ability to give exact dates is simply impossible. Edward shook his head in skepticism and raised his eyes as if something new had come to him. “Wait. There was one man. Hion Starseer.” Edward about fell over with shock when he heard Brandon speak the name at the exact same time as he did.
    “His name is written up here,” Brandon explained, as he pointed to the upper right hand corner of the page within his hands.
                  “There are more, three more, actually." He looked back down to the paper as he quoted.                “ For he who bears the Red Star, these three signs signify change. Embrace of the change will lead to life . Death will come on the wings of She of the Grey Eye within one spin of the Keeper’s Glass from the final sign . Moreover, the last one is incomplete; it appears the rest must have been written on the next page. Unfortunately, this is the only page I was given, so I do not know how it finishes. It says, When White and Red are One, White will turn Red as the Hand of Eight drops. That is all I have. I have searched my house high and low trying to find any other pages, but they are not there.”
                  Edward sat still, looking like he saw a ghost. All of a sudden, a shocked expression shot across his face.
                  “Did you say he who bears the Red Star ?" He spat out urgently.
                  “Yes, it’s in the next writing after the script that tells me about you,” Brandon said casually, apparently not getting what Edward implied.
                  “How do you know it’s you then? I mean, are you the one who bears a red star, are you him?” Edward had trouble saying his thoughts. “Do you bear a red star?”
                  Brandon looked at him briefly, and brought his forehead down to meet his rising hand. With his fingers, he tipped his leather skullcap back and pulled it off. Brandon’s feathery hair reached a peak at the top of his forehead. Edward narrowed his eyes as he stared. From underneath Brandon’s widow’s peak, two lines went up out of view into his thick hair, about an inch apart, and streamed down to the center of his forehead in a point. It had a faded, blue outline, similar to an aged tattoo, and a faded red filled the inside. Edward looked at the design with scrunched eyebrows.
                  “It’s a four pointed star. When I shave my head, you can see it. I have had it as long as I can remember. Margaret told me I was born with it.”
                  Edward took in a long breath as his eyes opened wider and wider.
                  “You are the one! Oh my, you are the one!" Edward’s eyes shot to the left and to the right. The burly patron behind him turned his head and scowled in their direction, showing his distaste for Edward’s loud excitement. Edward hushed his voice as rambled words in quiet mumbles to himself, faster than what Brandon could understand. He seemed to be asking himself questions, then answering them and then rebutting his own answers.
                  “What are we going to do next, Edward? Do we have a