Maskli (Legacy Of Bluebloods 1#)

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CHAPTER 19

(Sam)

Her feet stung at the texture of the rough ground. Adrenaline spiked on her body as she broke into a run.

Samara...

That name. It rang the bell. Though she had a hard time detecting it from her remembrance when the storm attempted to gobble her up. The whispers herded around her, there were voices beneath that sound of death.

Samara...

What was she running for? The voices in the shattering glass? Or the dark hurricane?

You can't hide from me, Samara...

She panted, lost in the horizon where she was neither familiar nor safe. Her feet met in the space before her brain could process, it was too late for that.

So, she fell. Looking down, she felt the air propel her into the pit, dark and never-ending. It had to end. It simply had to.

She was now in a forest. It was not in Sembon, but she had a déjà vu in this horrid forest.

She was in that dream she had recently. The queen with the baby. Except the queen was not with the baby anymore.

"You shouldn't be here." the queen's voice was clear and demanding, her voice sharp. Sweats soaked her hair, her fancy dress stained in her blue blood.

"Neither should you."

"Run away from here." Her voice rang sharply. A normal person would know it was no good to disobey her.

"I should say the same to you, daughter." A soft motherly voice surfaced in front of her. She barely makes out the womanly figure in front of her -she was bloody. The figure was tall and her hair was in the same shade of black as hers.

"Where is Samara?" the woman took a step toward her.

"Safe." She mumbled; felt like a sharp knife stabbed through her, "Lucas, is he safe?"

The woman in front of her suddenly grew silent. Adelia nodded in understanding, feeling another sharp pang of pain. She dragged him into this. He didn't deserve this. Not after what he said just now, the soft confession that was meant to be a new start for them, yet it became her last warm memory. She hadn't even returned his answer...

"I will hold you off." The woman offered.

Adelia growled, "Nay, it is me she wants." Even near her death, she never fails not to look helpless "She had stabbed me on the back."

"Nay." the woman sounded strangled.

"I am dying. Leave here before she finds you. It is the least I can do for Lucas." Adelia shut her eyes in agony as she forced the words out. Lucas is dead. Everyone is dead. All except this woman in front of her and Samara. She needs to protect her.

The woman sighed in a mixture of fear and defeat, she bowed "Your wish is my command, Elda Adelia."

"If...if you see her in the future, tell her that her father and I love her with all my heart. Tell her... to follow her truth."

"Adelia..." the woman was interrupted by a swish rustle of a footstep. She muttered something in her breath, and before she could catch the words, the woman was nowhere to be seen.

She held her hand up and struck a flash of luminance towards the trespasser.

"Sam!" Cass's voice looped her dream. Sam gasped -as she had just resurfaced from the drowning sea, and groaned. Cass's slender figure came into her view. The yellow glint kissed the outline of her hair silver.