“I’m scared! I felt something… something I haven’t felt in ages!”
The Cult. There was an uprising for the Cult. She has seen her mother get brainwashed by the Cult, and her father killing her mother in the uprising. Her father passed away after, this has never left her memories, nor has she forgotten.
A:“Wha…what? What is…what do you mean? Please…tell me she’s fine…”
She gasps, pushes herself away from Annebelle. (She’s not that strong of a psychic to hear where Grea is)
“I was wondering where your friend was…”
The prince draws his sword, but the king taps him lightly on the neck. The prince passes out, falling to the ground.
“So… it has come, hasn’t it.”
A:“Yeah…I…I want to know…please…” She motionned at the stuff in the shop “If whatever’s in here can help…please take it.”
“I… don’t know…”
Abigail kneels down onto the floor, helpless and unknowing what to do.
“I always suspected as much.”
“But to think… a rogue Reaper in the service of Adiart. How curious.”
“When is my time, Lady Kathrine.”
She leaned Under the counter and artifacts and over stuff started flying everywhere. She didn’t care about them, and just wanted to find Grea… she took a golden necklace with a purple gem and showed it to Abigail. “This right here is a necklace, it makes people able to feel things more clearly! It’s mostly used for Dreams, but… it could work…right…?”
“My lord I have only taken one life that wasn’t ready to frame the cult as I know they are here and gaining power. I had to escape as people were coming. Your time is at the festival sadly. I cane to confess and warn”
She takes the necklace, nods at Annebelle.
She puts on the necklace… and concentrates.
“I expected as much, Kathrine.”
The King starts laughing.
“I have a favour to ask. Reap me, after my speech. Make it quick, give the word that no funeral be made for me. Such trivial things will waste time. It is supposed to be a happy occasion after all.”
Annebelle watches anxiously…
Through the thousands of voices, she could hear Grea’s voice. She zoomed in onto that mind…
“Ah!” She grasped onto her head, feeling an all too familiar pain. Hello, my dear. Mithras does not forget. Say… Cheese.
The necklace is flung away, Abigail curls up, bringing her legs to her chest and hugs them tightly. She breathes heavily with her eyes closed tightly.
“No… Get out!” She screams.
Annebelle watched in shock. Her body was shook by a shiver… “If…she felt Grea…and this is how she reacts…” her stomach made a loop Inside her. She fell to her knee and looked at Abigail. “Is she…dead…?” Tears appeared on her face.
