Unlike what she had expected, the voice wasn’t grueling at all. It sounded flat, masculine nor feminine and it felt as if it was just dissolving out of nowhere into the air. Yet, there was this oozing power she could feel to the core, this rooted hatred that held so much she might never be able to understand, and this heavy darkness that was directed toward no one but her. Even Raziah couldn’t help but acknowledge the powerful presence of the person around her, and it was like nothing before.
Her bones were actually vibrating no matter how hard she tried to hide it. The insanity, the exuding and quaking air it brought, the suffocating presence was something Raziah couldn’t even bear. Whoever it was had to be someone incredibly powerful, and that person wasn’t her ally.
An enemy.
Regardless of all that, Raziah pulled herself together and kept her toes firmly to the ground. But Dear lord... She thought her husband’s presence was like a massive mountain filling up the whole space and erupting lava all over, yet this one came with one wave and simply overshadowed that of her husband’s like it was never anything to be compared with to its. Raziah’s throat was incredibly itchy, and the dense air was suddenly making her sight blurry. It was the intensity of the presence she couldn’t take that was choking her up, maddening making her stagger just to keep her footing balanced.
"You just had a vision," This time, the voice came from behind her but she didn’t turn around to see who it was. It gnawed at her skin and tore her insides into shreds, her conscience and curiosity begging her to turn around and see who it is, but Raziah wasn’t strong enough to. The wind blew lightly against her face, and locks of her hair danced around her face lazily, "What did you see when you touched his name? Tell me." It whispered ever so softly, and she heard the person’s faint footsteps walking around casually around.
"It’s you," Was all Raziah could say. She could barely even say it because of the throttling feeling of devastation and fear that had caught hold of her.
"That wasn’t what I asked you," The voice replied Rather angrily, and Raziah’s lips trembled hard.
"You...you’re the one!" Raziah was just so sure of it that the answer was ringing down to her bones. Raziah has never met this person before, she knew nothing about who was standing behind her, yet every inch of her soul was spelling it out to her that the ominous figure behind her is responsible for everything going on in her life. The mastermind that has been pulling strings on her and Caius, someone who knows who she truly is...
"We finally meet."
And Raziah took her first step forward. There were many things she couldn’t seem to explain about herself these days, and one of them was happening right now. This was her chance to actually converse with the person that was behind all this, and maybe she can even get a clue on who it was. But Raziah wasn’t ready for all of this. The air was already suffocating enough till the person got there, and now breathing has become one of the most difficult things ever. She needed to go somewhere her breath would come out properly before she faints from the overwhelming aura seeping from whoever was behind her. Worse was, it didn’t feel vampiric nor witch-like. Something she couldn’t even fathom.
She didn’t stop with her first movement, she continued to walk till she got back into the forest. The most terrifying part was that she knew the person was still following her like he could feel her intense discomfort and couldn’t wait to exploit it more. If he wanted her dead, he would have attacked her by now. Does this mean he was taking his precious time to do all this? For how long has he had the upper hand?!
"You’re not the type to run." The voice said after a short while of silence, and Raziah just pretended it didn’t say anything. She kept on passing through the thick trees, squeezing herself through as quietly as she could go. She wouldn’t say anything at all to whoever it was anymore. Her priority right now was getting to somewhere safer because not even the stone she’s been clutching hard all this while would help with anything.
"Mirabai was a stupid woman. Why want to make peace with the supernatural when you can rule and exploit them instead?"
And Raziah’s eyes turned into shards of thick ice. An immeasurable amount of anger flushed through her system, eyes burning intensely with no look of stopping anytime soon. She was a thread away from whipping around and storming everything upon whoever it was worth no regard to what might happen. That feeling of death if she takes the wrong step melted her frozen blood back, and it began flowing again. Raziah forced that anger all to the stone she was holding and crushed it to powder form with her bare hands. She knew the person was trying to get her to go out of her way, and it seems he knows exactly where to hit.
This person must have done an intense reading and digging in all her life, and he has the upper hand.
"And what’re you up to? You can’t call me the enemy when we all know who the true enemy is. I know you’re up to something, Raziah! And I know it won’t turn out to be good for anyone except your selfish and cold heart that holds only a handful of fake love for those you think you still hold dear to your heart. Truth is, you lost everything ten years ago and you’ve let yourself fall so deeply into that hatred so much that you can never get your true self back. You’re doomed because of what you became, and you’re certainly even more doomed because of who you truly are. Have you ever thought about what would happen if I let the supernatural community learn that... Mirabai’s daughter survived that night and she’s here for revenge now?!" The flat voice stated out plainly, yet there was so much despite and loathe thrown at her. It was so much that Raziah’s heart couldn’t take this kind of hatred, and it had her believing that it might just be equal to what she felt too.
Now, the part about this anonymous person calling out her mother’s name like it was nothing was the most frustrating part.
With everything throwing rampage in her mind, the battle for sanity and to keep her legs moving forward, Raziah let the powdered form of the stone slip through her fingers and forced her body to keep moving. Seems this person was truly targeting only her, and she had wanted to believe at first that since he knew who she was, then it was easy to figure out what she was here for...and that’s why the person was coming after to stop her.
But that doesn’t seem to be the case. This person hated her so much for a completely different reason, and that steel harshness that she could hear from his flat voice was thrumming into her soul, screaming inside her head.
Still, Raziah didn’t reply. If the person does let everyone know about her, then Raziah would have to be on the run because everyone would come after her. Mirabai’s name isn’t something to take lightly in the world, and she knew the meaning of those words. Who could she have offended so badly in this world that would go this extra mile just to get back at her? That would come after Caius and try to end him, and send archers to kill Gwenore when they were truly after her? It just didn’t make sense, and the brewing river of questions was right there on the princess’s throat, pleading for answers that might confuse her even more.
Finally crossing over the lake again, she felt the figure retire back into the forest and stopped following her. It didn’t take another second before Raziah burst into a long run, throwing her legs around as she fought to get out of the forest as fast as she could.
And neither did she stop running even when she stepped out of the forest, and from where she stood, she sighted the palace from her vision and sprinted in that direction.
She was running when she saw Aragon coming toward her. He came running like the wind itself, and she wasn’t able to brace herself when she crashed into his chest, and her cold body melted immediately Into his warm embrace. She was breathing heavily, yet her eyes held no emotions at all.
’ Aragon Odysseus, Unknown, Unknown, Unknown. ’
"I might be breaking the agreement," she uttered breathlessly in his arms before he could speak, "But I dearly need to know whether I’m married to a man who is still alive, or one who already has his tombstone and grave built with his name deeply imprinted into it." She added, the words making her squeeze her eyes shut.
You couldn’t even imagine the wave of dread and embitterment that slammed right through her chest immediately Aragon turned stiff with her question, and Raziah didn’t even need to hear his answer anymore.
She was married to a dead man whom somehow, still lives and breathes.
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