273: Stopping the prophecy
"Eula…?"
Faustina couldn't believe it. Eula was now in front of her, a living flesh. And it was at that moment that it flashed to Faustina.
The night Eula died.
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"Ack!"
"Faustina," says Eula in a very weak voice, "I don't think I am going to live much longer."
"Don't say that," Faustina softly said, as the ladle touched the dried lip of her master. Eula's fair complexion was now pale. Her red hair was unkempt, although Faustina combs it every day.
"Is the medicine working?" Faustina asked, "are you feeling better, Master?"
Eula unleashed several fits of cough. Blood trickled at the side of her lip.
"Months have passed," Eula said weakly, "maybe it's finally the time..."
