"HELLO! Seriously? Where's your mind?". I snapped out of my trance and glanced around. Avril stood before me, shaking me, trying to bring me back to reality. I really shouldn't be wasting time when I have so little of it left. I would turn 17 in 3 days. The day prophesied to have me killed. "You're going die in your best friend's arm." , I was always told by my grandmother. Suddenly, the emotions couldn't keep themselves inside of my mind so they began to roll down my eyes. "Tears...what happened? You've been laughing about it the whole time. Didn't you say you'll bleed rats and snakes and we'd all believe you're a true zahhak princess after all!" A small laugh made it's way to my ears. It sounded rather peculiar. It was mine I realized. "I'm not sure if I'd be able to laugh about it now. But you're right. No point crying about it. I should go spend time with Vasila. After all, she'll be there to see it. I'll die in her arms." A grief filled his face. He looked at me mutely and nodded just a little. I smiled in false encouragement and turned to leave the school gym. He followed behind me and I'm sure I heard a little sigh. There was no one in the corridors. Most students had left for home after school got over. Avril and I had been staying back for a few months now. I had asked him to teach me wrestling. He agreed. Although it was tough in the beginning, once I learned the art, I started to beat him to it.
I hadn't done that in a while. It's either me getting knocked down as I remorse the future or Vasila interrupting our game to join her in the preparation for ceremonies.
As we reached the little orchard in front of Vasila's house, we saw preparations going on in full force by the witches of the village. Young and new, old and experienced, all were chanting, all were busy with the elements. Vasila was gifted with earth.
As I went closer to her, I saw her strengthening a knot on a plant. I sat next to her. Eyes closed, she kept chanted something. Then, she dug through the mud of the plant and brought out a crystal. In her hand, it blazed green-blue lights. Her chanting stopped, she opened her eyes and looked at the crystal. "Perfect!"
"Who's that for?" I asked.
"For you! I've been learning protection spells from grandmother." With a sadness in her voice, she said, "If it's all I can do to help you, I will."
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destined to die
FantasyLazira, a descendent to Zahhak, the evil incarnate, is destined to save her clan. Prophecy says she'll die in her best friend's arms. Laughing it all off all her life, it was impossible for her to fathom how it'll all come true. How it'll all change...
