A fight for dominance and nobility

Chapter forty-one: the doom of the prophecy

Zadie fell on my feet. Her skin was pale, her leg was covered in blood and her eyes were exactly like mine and it scares me. She found the scythe, she grasped tightly at it not wanting to let it go. I slowly picked her up along with the scythe that is being dragged down the ground. Zadie's body is cold, and her face has multiple scratches.

'Louis!' shouted. I do hope he will answer me this time. 'Louis come down here!' I shouted again. I gently placed Zadie in the nursing room. She needed help quickly and I am certain Louis knows a few locals in the area who might help Zadie.

Louis burst through the door; his grin dropped as he stared at Zadie's bloodied figure.

'What did you do to her?' he asked. What would I even do to hurt Zadie? I would never lay my hands on her and his accusation serves as a betrayal.

'I will never hurt Zadie.' I snapped. 'I did nothing.' I defended myself. Louis rushed to Zadie's side and his eyes were fixated on the scythe.

'She found it.' He whispered and I nodded. 'Why is it not activating or is it supposed to remain like this?' he asked.

'Stop asking me questions about the scythe and get a doctor!' I shouted and he left immediately. I stroked Zadie's hair. Her round face was slowly losing colour.

'Wake up please, I need you.' I kissed her forehead. She was too cold for my liking. Zadie is always warm. Her lips have a darker shade of red but the ones I am looking at now are slowly turning blue. Something is wrong, I heard her speaking to someone but only her voice was evident.

After a few hours, Louis returned with a doctor who gladly had his attire on. 'Give us space.' The doctor instructed. Even though I hesitated to leave him with her I obliged.

I kept on pacing the dining room. What happened in that room and how did she manage to open it? It did not have a key or something you can use to open it. There is only one person I trust when it comes to taking care of Zadie. The woman I encountered on the boat. She was able to tell us what was going on with Zadie and I am sure she is going to help.

'Send a letter to Murray, tell him about the scythe and bring the clairvoyant that was on the boat.' I instructed. Louis did not hesitate and got to work. I must visit someone who might be of major help. Someone I have not seen for years. I went to my chambers and changed into my usual formal attire. Louis already ordered a few men to prepare my carriage.

'Where to monsieur?'

'I will show you where.'

My mind kept on thinking about Zadie. Is she going to die or survive? What could the worst scenario be? Why didn't the scythe activate? According to what I understand, her touch is the only thing that can activate it, but it did it. What exactly is wrong with it?

Something is wrong, I can sense it. I wonder if Alphonse's family is still here in France. Their great grandfather used to work alongside my father. He can see things that we cannot see with the human eye. He was well known for predicting prophecies and old tales told by the generation before him. It is a generational gift that I assume his descendants are familiar with.

The carriage traversed the abandoned part of France. The rundown buildings and stray dogs laying on the streets. It has been a long time since I came here, and going back to London was a terrible idea. Zadie has a curse because of me.

'Halt.' I ordered the driver, and he did as I instructed. I walked down a narrow alley until the view of old Alphonse's house came to my view. It was a tiny cottage when I used to come down here with my father but now it seems to have been revamped. A beautiful château surrounded by flowers of multiple colours. Alphonse loved gardening; it still shocks me to see how his descendants are carrying on what he taught them.