When you try to turn a mundane concept into a sophisticated image
When I rose to sit on the rug, Izzi left the couch and crouched closer to me. Zia also sat up while hugging Jade and with that, the other four demons shifted their attention back to me; Angwi once more locked the door and the twin guards had their serious faces back on.
And I decided to just cut to the case. "There's a possibility that the Hero and his companion would try to come here."
Izzi dropped his myriad pocket knife and parted his lips. Jade chirped loudly in protest because Zia held the bird too tight. And the adult demons--even Angwi--were visibly flinching.
"Is this what the...umm...girl...said?" Izzi asked carefully. After all, Doun and the twins didn't know about my previous life.
"The 'prophecy'," Zia, our author, offered a term to ease the talk.
"Y-yeah, that..."
O-ho! That was a good idea. And in some sense, it was truly a prophecy--at least before those who knew about the story changed the event, like me.