Joanne looked over at Syrus in total shock as he began to rise. 

What the hell…? 

Clearly, Joanne had never seen anything like this before, and that was easily reflected on her face. She figured that there was a prophecy of some kind being told, but it was riddle that she had no real idea how to decipher. 

And then she was mesmerized by the staff as it burst into flame. She watched as the ball came closer and closer to her before traveling up her body and burning her hand.

She grabbed at her hand, and screamed in pain. At that moment Smoke burst onto the scene, charging right for his mistress. Smoke skidded to  a halt right in front of Joanne, whining.

“I’m ok, Smoke, it’s…” Joanne began to say before Syrus collapsed right in front of her.

“Syrus!” she yelped. In a flash, Joanne reached out to grab him, breaking his fall before he hit the ground.

“Ugggh, I got you, Syrus,” Joanne said as she sat back down hard on the bench with Syrus now in her lap. Joanne could see the mark of flame on his hand now, and as she turned her hand over she saw the same mark on her palm as well. 

Whatever this prophecy was, she was clearly a part of it now.