The Forbidden Touch From the Abyss (EDITING)

Chapter 10

"Ah!"

Her maidservant walked in the room, standing by the bed as she cast her worried eyes over Roia. "Enchantress?"

Roia waved her off, troubled. "Its nothing for you to worry for, just a bad dream." Roia looked up at her. "Can you please fetch Ramus?"

Her maidservant nodded without questioning, and quickly walked away. Roia sighed, feeling she could've been more nice to her maidservant. She was just worried, and Roia waved her off. Roia nodded, deciding she was going to apologize if she were to come back.

Slowly removing herself from her bed, she walked over to the mirror beside it. Once she saw her reflection, she gasped. She looked horrid!

Her auburn hair was a mess, her green eyes looked frightened, and beneath them were dark as coal. Quickly, she walked over to the small table on the other side of her chambers. There was a bucket of water as well as a small cloth beside it. She grabbed the cloth, drenched it in the water, and washed her face.

She wasn't surprised by horrid face, she hadn't been sleeping well. Sometimes receiving her foresight in her dreams. The night before, she had foresaw a big hairy monster a with giant feet trying to- oh. She dare mustn't think of such things, she would cry at the pain. It was unbearable.

Its daytime, and Ramus forcing her a nap was not aiding. Her foresight is everlasting. It is a gift, as well as a gift. No matter how much she dread foreseeing the pain of others, she cherished what she'd been given.

The door suddenly opened, and Ramus entered. She sighed in relief, and dropped the cloth. He walked up to her, and she breathed greatly. His face etched with worry, and she knew he understood why he was here.

"Enchantress, what did you foresee?"

She nodded, knowing well she wanted to tell him. But this time, she could not. It wasn't safe for him to know, and she would rather cause a bloodbath. She didn't answer, and walked to her dresses. They were neatly piled on a rack, and wanted to go back to her duties on the throne.

She felt Ramus' put a hand on her shoulder, and turned to him. He was frowning, seeming very confused. She let go of the dress, and embraced him. She knew he would be more perplexed, but she suddenly had this urge to do so.

"Your son." She whispered.

She gasped when he yanked her away, and stared in her eyes deeply. "Enchantress, what of my son?"

"Let me explain during a feast."

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Jule screamed as a huge hand slowly came down, she would run but Ace was still passed out beside her. She tried to wake him up or push him in time, but it didn't work. She considered leaving him, but she didn't want to leave his side.

The huge hand came closer, and Jule was desperate. She grabbed both Ace's arms to try and drag them in case of camouflaging or something, but she barely got an inch. She felt crying, that hand, she knew was going to crush her.

Finally the hand was at her length, and she froze. There was no use, she was going to get crushed. The hand began to curve, and she ducked. It was too late for that, the hand immediately enclosed around her. She yelped at the tightness, she began to feel. Her lungs were literally threatened to close up.

In an instant, she was being brought up. She screamed, terrified. Especially at the sight of Ace, he was crawled up on the ground, looking lifeless. His eyes were closed, looking as if he were in peace. He was indeed passed out, which meant he couldn't help her. Just as she couldn't help him.

Suddenly angry at the sight of him vulnerable, Jule began punching the hand. Slamming her fist as hard as she could. Her body hurt, and this thing wasn't helping.