I had not a clue where Sahara was taking me but she was my best friend, and ever since childhood, I'd trusted her with everything. However, the way she was acting - all tensed and nervous - had me on edge as well. Questions cropped up on my mind but I knew asking would be of no use. She wanted me to hear it all from this "Philomena".
We rounded the corner of the street and ended up in front of a small and rather cozy looking cottage. "Come on," Sahara tugged me forward. We didn't even get the chance to knock on the door as it jerked open. A girl, who appeared not older than fourteen or fifteen smiled at the two of us and opened the door a little wider.
"Hello Sahara, I see you've brought someone new."
The two of us walked in and the girl who I assumed was this 'Philomena' shut the door behind us. She was shorter than both of us, and could easily pass off for a child, her face held the innocence of one that was difficult to be found among Durmans. Her brown hair was short and curly, and she had a deep olive skin-tone that went well with her green eyes. But, on closer inspection...they looked almost blue around the edges.
"This is the friend I told you about, Safiya."
She smiled at me and held out her hand. It felt like a baby's - soft and tiny - in mine as I shook it. "I'm Philomena. I've heard a lot about you from Sahara here, and it's a pleasure to meet you now finally."
"Yeah, real pleasure," I replied quietly. How come she hadn't showed up for the meeting at city hall? I had a feeling that Philomena knew exactly what I was thinking as her smile grew. But she didn't say anything, instead, she led both Sahara and I towards the living room.
"What's going on?" I whispered to Sahara but she ignored me and sat herself down on the couch, pulling me down with her.
"So what happened at the meeting?" Philomena directed the question towards Sahara, who quickly filled her in on everything, and even though I'd been there with her, the jumble of words that came out her mouth made no sense to me at all.
"Tiberus got caught just like we'd been hoping for. The council was pretty upset but now that they've got him under questioning, they'll be swayed long enough for us to plan something else. But also," then she hesitated, "the Selvite that read me...he broke through to me Philomena."
If Sahara had been expecting a reaction from her, she didn't get one. Philomena's lips twitched, like she was fighting a smile. "Elaborate."
"The spell you'd cast had only worked to a certain extent. He'd broken through the barriers just enough to get to one thought - your name. But he didn't get anything else out of me."
"Now what we're going to-"
"Hold on," I interrupted sharply, earning their attention. I was completely lost. What were these two rambling on about? "What is going on here? What spell and who the heck is Tiberus and how d'you know him?"
Sahara exchanged a quick glance with Philomena before resting back against the couch, crossing her arms over her chest. "I wanted to tell you sooner Safiya, I really did but I'd sworn not to until the time was right."
"What do you mean?" I didn't have a good feeling about this at all. It sounded like a plot; everything and the next words I'd heard confirmed my worst suspicions.
"Welcome to the Resistance."