The fates that here within,
Had been nagging through their minds,
The curse that entangled them as one,
Whoever dies, comes along the next.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
As soon as she turned her heel around, the ringing on his ears emerged like someone smashed a cymbal through the canals. She puffed her cheeks but she could only tilt her head to one side. She fell down on the floor as soon as it exploded on her subconscious.
She rigged her legs up on her chest, but she suddenly fell down on the floor like she was in a flabbergasted state. Her whole body became rigid, her mind became frozen, the nerves that were sending countless messages every second stopped midway through. She was knuckling her fists through her hair, pulling them out of their strands, and she felt the surge of hushed voices on her latent mind.
"The Last Healer was feeble."
"The Last Healer is weak, she could not lift off the curse."
"Althea Xi doesn't fit right."
