ZINA
Unraveling before Zina was feeling that she was quite used to in the alternate world where her visions revealed themselves before her.
Like fragnts, at first nothing about her visions usually made sense. Everything stood discombobulated, like a picture reduced into a million pieces of puzzle.
But that discombobulated feeling didn’t always last for long. After that wave of confusion passed, what usually ca next was the ti of clarity. And like a the wave of a magic wand, the puzzles were pieced together ominously, and the entire picture beca clearer as if projected on a higher realm.
While the stage of initial confusion was one she didn’t appreciate, clarity was also always accompanied with a harsh reveal. A cursed vision.
Could she upturn it or not? Would the vision co to pass or not? Those questions usually followed after.
So right then and there, in her room with lwyn alone, she thought to herself; could she escape what was to co? This seemingly carefully laid trap that had sowhat escaped both her and Daemonv
Already, she could see herself the way a housefly caught in a spiders trap viewed itself. Like sothing surreal, unreal even, she couldn’t move under lwyn’s vise grip.
She was trapped, and to crown it all she had no way to escape.
"Why are you asking about Freya Fergus? How do you know about her?" Zina asked in a dreadful voice, uncaring that with each word that rolled off her lips, lwyn’s expression onky turned thunderous until she was a shade of blue.
"I ask the questions, Zina." The woman gritted. Long gone was the courtesy of her calling Zina your highness.
"Where is the staff?" She asked in a voice that frosted the already cold air in Zina’s room.
One might be wondering why Zina wasn’t shouting, or screaming for help. But try as she may, she could not muster that strength. Whatever power that seeped from lwyn’s hand into hers had taken away her ability to talk, and also rendered the pack link in her head useless.
She couldn’t even feel her wolf, if she wasn’t mistaken then the woman was inserting Wolfsbane directly into her bloodstream.
But Daemon would definitely feel her pain right? There was no way she would just waste like vegetable just like that.
"I’ve taken your voice bug you can still whisper the answer," lwyn gritted even more impatiently. Was her na even lwyn. "Or better still point to where it is." She gritted.
"Are..." Zina wheezed in a voice she almost couldn’t hear herself. Her was voice was coming out even lower than a whisper, and speaking was hard. But she needed to know, if anything she had to know.
"Are you the one who created the portal the Red Wf used to escape the borders with Seraph?"
lwyn didn’t need to answer her. The always was sewn in her blood curling smile, and thunderous eyes.
Then she tugged at Zina, dragging her around as she began to upend the room in search of the staff. What Zina figured was that whatever spell that had turned her brain into vegetable could not be effective anymore should lwyn remove her hand.
But Zina had not a single strength to fight the woman. But then how could she fight against Wolfsbane and the dose of whatever spell that the woman was injecting in her?
Even then, lwyn was using all her strength to drag her around. The woman was frustrated. Upturning the room and roaring in rage over and over again at every of her failure at catching a glimpse of the staff.
Zina noticed the light binding their hands together dim until it snuffed out totally. Then lwyn shoved her against a table angrily, causing Zina’s spine to hit the oak wood until she slid to the fooor, groaning in pain.
Was no one hearing the commotion? But then what did she expect? As far as everyone was concerned, an ally was the one in her room. And not only an ally but one that Zina had personally summoned.
As the beginning of a cruel fate began to unfurl before her, Zina could only curve her body inward, an instinct to protect her child. Wheezing from the pain, she managed to raise her to lwyn who stood over her like Yama the god of death... just enough for her wheeze in a low whisper.
"You will never find it."
lwyn gripped her jaw, then back handed her face with her palm. "You foolish woman! A path has been set before you, the path to lead a legacy. And what? You’re busy falling in love and falling into a role that is far inferior to what you’ve been born to. Never have I seen a foolish woman like you!"
Zina chuckled, the act only causing her further body pains. Every part of her ached, like she was dying. But she couldn’t hold back her amusent because what lwyn said was truly funny.
"Before you ca to the castle for the first ti, I saw you." Zina said, and then watched the woman freeze slowly.
For a long ti of recent, it had felt like she no longer saw visions. But that had not been the case. If anything, sohow it felt like she had been grandly preparing for that very day.
The day when everything would change.
She knew running away from it would not help her avoid it, nor would hiding away from it help her. It was a cursed fate; one she had face head on.
"What do you an you saw ?" lwyn sassed, but Zina could hear the slight tremble in her voice. She had heard that tremble a lot of tis in the past; the very sign that always told her n shook and feared her powers.
Zina smiled slowly, "I didn’t see you exactly," she continued in a hushed whisper, "I saw your eyes. Beautiful as it is now, peculiarly pale. But guess what? They were dead eyes. Lacking rage or scorn. Lacking amusent or glee. Just dead eyes."
Zina wasn’t lying. The vision had co separately, but she had assud it was part of the vision where she had seen Daemon die, so she didn’t delve into it much.
lwyn scoffed. "Do you an to scare ? They might chant you a great seer, but as far as I’m concerned you’re rely a wolf that will pave the path to the wolf the rules all."
Zina didn’t buy her digression. "Whatever you see as doesn’t matter. What matters is that you will die soon. Discarded by your master as I am sure he has discarded many in the past."
lwyn’s whole body trembled and she raised her hand to to slap Zina again, but she held back.
"Whatever." She said carelessly, "with or without the staff, Master has a way to deal with you. Now say goodbye, I shall now portal you into your new life as you now and forever more know it as."
Harder, even harder, Zina tried to communicate with Daemon. But it was like walking on a dessert without a drop of water, she could neither feel her wolf nor the pack link.
Tears pricked at her eyes at the helplessness, but she refused to cry. Instead, behind her, she scrapped her finger on the floor out of lwyn’s sight until blood bursted from it. And then she managed to scrawl the exact sa characters that was engraved on her staff and then Sybril’s na without lwyn noticing.
A burst of blinding black light zapped from lwyn’s hand, and before then was a swirling portal. The other woman simply dragged her and threw her into the dark path.
And together, they tumbled into a nightmare that Zina had waited for all her life. And only one thing kept her going— the thought that maybe, just maybe she would see her mother and Seraph.
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