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Grant looked crestfallen at the news. And there was an audible breath sighed out by the throng, as if they'd been holding their breath in anticipation of what she would say.

"There's still time." Another of the three piped up. "I'm certain it could be her. She meets many of the qualifications. But it's hard to tell because she looks so, so... "The seer struggled for a word. Then the third and eldest of the trio spit in. "Perfect." The other two looked at her hard. "She isn't maimed or disfigured. She doesn't have battle scars. But she hasn't fought in battles yet. I believe it is her, just a might younger and unscathed." A few of the order looked pained and others looked worried. Les did not like the sound of becoming disfigured and maimed for whatever cause this was. She wanted to turn and run away from it. Then the second seer took her hand and patted it gently.

"Not everything is set in stone dear. Disfiguration and maiming aren't for sure. That's just one option for the future. Fate isn't decided, some fates can even be avoided."