"I finally got what I wanted. She killed you, Raziah. I can also die in peace now," A familiar voice spoke in the background. It held that grave danger, that strong powerful feeling behind it. It was the person that has been after Raziah’s life from the start.
Raziah opened her eyes and found herself lying on top of a pile of snow. Stretched out before her were piles of snow, mountains of them. The place was all too familiar for her not to recognize. She’s been here many times before.
"I decided to bring us into your subconsciousness before we ascend or descend," The anonymous person spoke again, and Raziah turned her head to see who it was desperately, but the fog around was a little thick. Though she could make out someone sitting on a chair not too far from her, seemingly moving Their fingers in front of them, "Though I highly doubt if both of us would ascend. Malcolm might make it,"
What was the person talking about? But there was no doubt she was the seeress. When Raziah tried to move, she realized she couldn’t and looked down at herself to see she was covered with blood. Tears were still running down her eyes, and she recalled her battle with her mother.
Right. She was killed. Someone had awakened Mirabai from the dead and made her kill her. And that someone...was sitting not too far from her. It shattered Raziah into pieces knowing she couldn’t move, she couldn’t run over to that person and strangle them to death. She was brokenhearted, and overwhelmed with dark emotions.
"Don’t glare at me that way. Your eyeballs are gonna fall off," The Seeress chuckled again. The light wind wheezed by, clearing a bit of the fog around her, and this time, Raziah could see the woman was actually... Painting. Still, the face wasn’t clear.
Raziah tried to talk, but words failed her. Moving was even more difficult. She was dead. How on Earth would she be able to move?
"Isn’t it funny? Just like you were willing to sacrifice anything for your cause, I was too. The only difference is that I got to you before you got to me." The seeress continued talking leisurely, concentrating on what she was painting, "I watched and enjoyed every bit of the fight today. Tell me, Raziah, how does it feels to be killed by the person you desperately wished to save? The person you were willing to end the world for?"
Raziah wanted to retort. She was ready to fire back at the woman and tell her she would make her regret it. Her soul begged for her body to move but to no avail. Every word from the seeress made her bleeding heart bleed even more, soaking into the white snow around them.
"You’re Princess Raziah Zephyrus of Kaneria, Daughter of Queen Mirabai Zephyrus and King Arthur Zephyrus. While Your mother realized her powers and went to Crown witch Harlow for help, the silver book answered all their questions after the umpteenth time of trying. She’s the first Healer to be ever known, and all healers are destined to be surrounded by three other powerful families. The Lazarus, where a sister and watchful God emerges from. The Tarquin, where the ever-loyal and gifted rise from. Last and definitely not least, the Reeden, are known for their superhuman strength that carves a warrior capable of protecting the healers. These families were born, and they strongly surrounded your mother. As a healer yourself, you had them beside you." The seeress paused, and a light smile appeared on her face as she admired what she had been drawing.
The wind blew again, revealing her brush this time. Raziah noted it was ash in color and had a distinctively sharp end. The color of the brush reminded her of the vision she had at the witch forest when she touched Kathryn. Where she had found Kathryn begging somewhere in a somewhat dark room with papers scattered all over the floor filled with ash drawings.
"As a healer, Your Duty was to unite all species. Witches, Vampires, Fairies, Nymphs, Elves, and the ones even I am yet to unlock. Your Mother had that obligation in her, but her time was extremely difficult with witches and Vampires always on top of each other. At the very least, she was able to solve the dispute between them before passing away," The seeress smiled again, admiring her painting.
Raziah saw the smile, the shape of the lips...and her insides churned uncomfortably. They looked... familiar.
"From the Lazarus, we have Fabia and Caius. Fabia emerged as one of the best doctors in our world, and when you awakened for the first time while trying to save your maid, Caius also rose as the child harboring the watchful God that reports back to the higher deity. From the Reeden, Malcolm inherited his father’s strength and became five times stronger than an average human. He honed this strength throughout his years and is now able to stand up against powerful Vampires," The Seeress chuckled wickedly, then pointed at a spot in the snow, "It’s a pity though. All I did was send just three of them to Naria, and he barely killed two. He would have died more miserably if Felix wasn’t there to lessen the pain of his tragic death,"
Silence ensured. It was choking. A dead silence.
Raziah ignored the heart-wrenching pain and forced her body to move. The location where the seeress pointed at was a body she didn’t notice before. He was lying on his back, his lifeless eyes staring at the sky that was covered with mist.
More tears stung the back of her eyes, and she stretched a hand out hoping to touch him. What exactly had happened? Who did this to him?
"Felix arrived too late. Due to the early death of Earl Reeden, Malcolm had no one to train him well and hence he had to do it by himself. He was never able to bring out his full potential without his father’s help if not he would have stood a chance against his third opponent. I have to say, it was nasty how he tried to protect the villagers with a broken arm and leg, a lost eye, and shattered ribs. In the end, he lost footing and several zombies jumped and tore him into pieces." She laughed again, shaking her head with mirth.
"That’s what he gets for being so obedient. For being someone that loved a horrible person like you in any way. Anyone involved with you deserves an even worse fate than him. It’s sickening!"
Raziah cried, gritting her teeth through the pain as she cracked her dead fingers and grabbed a handful of snow. She sniffed and cried as she dragged her torn body toward him, crawling. Malcolm couldn’t be dead. No. It’s a lie.
"I have to give it to Abelia. She and her Zombies tore Naria to the ground. Many are dead. The villages are burning. Even though Felix had gotten rid of her, he was also too injured to move right now. The Kingdom is falling apart... just like Kaneria did ten years ago. Mirabai is on her way to take over as I’ve instructed her, and Aragon has just killed his own brother. It’s laughable! You all are under my mercy. I’m dying and you all are still under my mercy. How funny is that?!" The seeress burst into laughter, while Raziah continued to Malcolm.
Sadness filled her heart when she touched him and felt he had gone cold and stiff.
"Healers can heal anything, No matter how deep the wound. The only thing they cannot achieve is healing the dead. According to your mother, you guys have visions of what has happened in the past. When in peril, you momentarily gain superhuman abilities that could even surpass that of the most powerful. Another case I’ve noticed in you...is how you’ve befriended the darkness. When Aragon was taken away and you left to get him back, you closed your eyes while fighting. Even when Caius was kidnapped, you only found the bewitched pillar when you closed your eyes and focused. You don’t rely on your eyes to see. You rely on the darkness."
Raziah took Malcolm’s hand into hers, squeezing hard.
She didn’t notice how much the fog had cleared around the seeress till she looked up with anguish and pain.
"There’s more to say now that you’ve finally seen my face," The seeress smiled, then rested her elbow on the desk. It seems like she was done drawing.
As for Raziah, she was shivering. Not from fear, but from shock.
"From the Family of the Tarquin where the Gifted emerges from, we have Maria Tarquin...your loyal..., I mean, the Person that betrayed you." Maria was smiling as she waved the brush around, "Hello, My Princess."
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