Epiphany

⇞ trance ⇞

The plan was simple. We were taking Morel with us and then we were depending on his power to convince others to let him free. Which by the way is a dangerous game plan because I had no idea how its power worked or how far it could be used or the idea I had in mind to put my power to use as well.

Morel had the amazing talent of changing sizes, he would become smaller in size, small enough to be a cat and be carried out in arms. He sat patiently in my arms as I stroked him comforting myself more than him.

"Your- capability. How long have you had them?" Nazereth asked suddenly.

"Since I met you." I confided partial truth.

I had them since I was born according to my memories but I started feeling it since I met the King. 

"If your father knew, he wouldn't send you as a sacrifice." He mused.

"It's a wonder you didn't kill me at first sight," I recalled his hate-filled gaze at me.

"I thought about it." He confessed not surprising me in the slightest, "But I couldn't do it."

What does that mean?

"Because I could be of heavy political importance," I said lightly.

"No, just because I couldn't." He stated in a calm tone.

My heart stuttered in my chest.

He couldn't.

And I felt a ripple of emotions in him, so strong that I had to hold my breath. 

"My parents, my sister would hate me." He mumbled.

"Your sister likes me." I confided feeling stupid about this.

His head shot up.

"She doesn't know who you are." He said in a cold tone and it hurt a little.

"She does."

Maybe more than you know.

I started humming her song and felt discomfort on his face. My whole being shrunk as pain shot through him and I felt like. 

"Why, why do you have to be this good?" He just said it with frustration and hate but it made me realize he felt I was too good.

It made me happy amidst other things.

But then the pain followed and my nerves were being ripped apart, I spat out blood as my head spun. The poison was in the worst stage.

"Ermeline." He called out and the cat seemed worried too.

Zephora, should I tell him, my name is Zephora so that I could hear him say it before I die.

But I was losing all my power.

So I did the next best thing as I lost to the searing pain in me and mumbled, "I love you.'"

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"She can't die. We have already put the antidote in her. Why is she not waking up?" Princess Ermeline was throwing tantrum which she seldom did back in Udairis.

But I knew well enough, she was scary when she did it.

I tried to open my eyes and calm her down but they were heavy and wouldn't budge.

I tried moving my hands, legs, anything but nothing moved. I was paralyzed.

"You, King of Krobet. I really thought you cared for her after everything, but you heartless piece of human look what you did." She was getting scarier.