Sheila's point of view
I screamed back to reality, jerking away from Amelie and her black crystal ball. My eyes were completely blurry
with tears, and they never stopped rushing down.
Follow current on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt couldn't be. I shook my head, as my teary gaze met with Amelie's dark hooded ones. She was staring at me with
tears in her eyes as well.
"It can't be me. I would have known," I couldn't stop shaking my head, as more tears rushed down. I had wanted
desperately to know exactly what was wrong with me. I had even considered this possibility, but now it was difficult
to believe that I would be the end of every one. I killed poor Cora, and everyone was next.
Amelie inhaled deeply, also in tears. She shook her head gently. "Everyone has a part to play," she muttered, slowly.
"The end for everyone is coming with the war. In two days. You can destroy us all, and save us as well. Be prepared
to make a choice, Sheila, and do what you must."
"What choice, Amelie?" My broken voice sounded in a whisper.
"You will know when it's time," she replied, and I managed to push up from the floor at a sudden thought.
Follow current on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"This can't be. I saw Killian alive," I choked back a sob. "He was alive, happy with someone else," I uttered in tears. I
didn't understand why in one vision he was dead and in the other, he was alive. "Help me here, Amelie. Which of
those visions is real?"
"Both," she said in a whisper, bringing her hooded gaze to her crystal ball. "Both are very real. Your choice depends
on the future. You must be careful, otherwise, that thing inside of you will rise."
At her every word, I couldn't breathe. The mere image of me being the end of my family haunted me. I hurried out
of her chamber, feeling the sudden pains in the deepest cave of my chest. I left the Council's castle, stepping into
the evening breeze.