Annie

"What do you mean I'm powerful?" She asked her dad. "If anything I'm weaker than my siblings!"

"Oh but your powers lie elsewhere." Her dad said. "Sure they can grow plants but you, you can keep the peace. Wine is made for parleys and grapes are by nature peaceful plants. Your talent is peacekeeping and keeping a team together. And that's not a talent that just anyone can have."

Everyone stared at her. What had she done? She was just plain old Annie! Regardless of whether she had weird peacekeeping skills, that wasn't exactly being able to weave things from light or charmspeak people to do your bidding!

"No blood needs to be shed, no need to burn a shroud." Delia said. "That's the end of the prophecy. It must mean that we must avoid a fight with the Romans. Fighting doesn't need to happen."

"It'd make more sense. We're not exactly a combat squad. Peacekeeping's more our style." Tink rationalised.

"So we just need to prepare camp for battle while doing everything we ably can to avoid an inevitable fight." Kat said. "Easy as pie."

Notes

This is a really short filler just cos.
Oh, and I'm feeling mean so one of the five are gonna die :)
Please let me know what you think so far!

-Phoebe :)