𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 ~𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕾𝖎𝖝

𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

"ɪ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴇᴀꜱɪᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ." ― ʀɪᴄʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀɢᴀᴍᴇꜱᴇ

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

It was difficult to wrap my head around what I read.

As I flipped open the first page, I found a list of names, each one meticulously struck through in black ink—except for one. My fingers traced over the signatures, stopping at on familiar entry.

Adria Roux.

My mother's name was the second to last on the page, only it was an outlier; it was marked out in red ink, rather than black like the rest of the names that followed before.

And finally, at the very bottom, there was a blank line.

The rest of the pages were empty and not even a revealing charm would uncover what had to be there.

Had I gone through all this trouble for nothing?

I turned back to the only filled page, there were hundreds of names.

Frustrated, I flipped back to the only filled page, staring at the sea of names. Hundreds of them. Part of me wanted to shut the book and crawl into bed, to forget the strange pull this object had on me. But a stronger voice urged me to pick up the quill resting on my nightstand and fill that empty line.

I know there is a saying that goes "Curiosity killed the cat", but I think it was plain stupidity that got it killed.

And what I was about to do was probably the stupidest thing I have ever done.

Ara Roux.

The moment my quill touched the page, a brilliant light erupted from the book. It glowed so intensely I had to pull the covers over my head to avoid waking anyone. My name flashed in amber before settling into the same dried black ink as the others.

The once-blank pages were suddenly filled, brimming with information that seemed impossibly ancient and daunting. With trembling fingers, I turned to the beginning.

'And it is written that the women who possess Roux blood shall ease the suffering of others, by taking their ailments upon themselves and releasing the burden onto another. There may only be one true heir living in one timeline, if ever two remain one will be stripped of all ancestral magic. The final charmed woman to walk this earth will be granted the ever-knowing sight. The last Roux will occur only when a mother and child face death at once. There will be no exception to the inevitable. She who is blessed will be awoken when the world calls for balance.'

I reread the passage, over and over, trying to grasp the magnitude of what it was saying. It read like a myth, a fairy tale spun from old wives' tales, yet it felt ominously real.

Hesitantly, I moved on.

The very first page was directed toward the 'final heir'.

The Knowing

The first ability bestowed upon the final woman in this lineage was the gift of foresight. Your intuition will be amplified tenfold, enabling you to see into the past and future with vivid clarity. However, you will only experience these visions firsthand under two specific circumstances: intense emotions or when in physical contact with someone or something present within the vision.