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"Death will arrive at your doorstep soon, child of Raven; for he knows about you now."
It was then that the air crackled with anticipation, sending shivers cascading down Teresa's spine.
The voice intoned, its timbre echoing with an otherworldly resonance. "He knows where you are, he knows what you are. What she did to you."
What is she talking about. Who knows about her? And- Is- Is she going to die?
Teresa's breath caught in her throat, the gravity of the words settling like a heavy shroud around her.
The promise of impending peril hung palpably in the air, threatening to engulf her in its suffocating embrace.
"He shall come for you. You can run but you can not out run him. You can hide but you can not veil yourself from him." the voice continued, each syllable dripping with malice and foreboding. The horrors just kept coming and coming.
By this time, the fight or flight reflex had long sizzled out of Teresa's system into vapors as she stood shocked to her core, only comprehending the woman's haunting words in her mind.
That is the reason why Teresa remained frozen when the gypsy stood on her feet and walked towards her. She remained still even as the gypsy stood so close to Teresa's face that if she was breathing, it would hit her face.
If it was all just fake then why isn't she breathing? Another terrible reminder to Teresa about the increasingly real possibility of the crazed prophetic woman blabbering the truth.
Now so close to the haunting lady, Teresa could swear the voice became even more shrill causing her to flinch hard. Her own breath was caught somewhere in the recesses of her throat, her mind not functioning well because it was busy with processing the ominous words that kept coming from her.
"When he comes, not only will you suffer, but those dear to you too shall be swept in the destruction that follows him. You will wish for death to show you mercy before the depths of Tartarus consumes you. And it will consume you."
Teresa's pulse quickened, her mind reeling with the new found information. Should she believe her?
A whisper of a whimper left Teresa's mouth, barely holding the floods of tears at bay. The new of her death would have people shattering in their place, bawling over and wailing in the lost of hope; however, this brave girl slapped a hand over her mouth before another sound of her sadness could leave her lips.
"But all has hope in it." the voice declared, its words a whispered promise in the midst the chaos. "If hope is what you choose for, and follow."
Yet, amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickered—a beacon between the encroaching shadows.
As the echoes of destiny faded into the silence, Teresa's heart trembled with uncertainty. The path ahead lay shrouded in darkness, yet within the depths of despair, a flicker of hope ignited—a flame that refused to be extinguished in the face of impending doom.
"For in death you will find your salvation. In death's arms you shall not suffer for no reason."
What came with the word hope, went up in the air like a puff of smoke with the word suffer in the death's arms.
And so Teresa turned and ran out of the yurt like the hounds of hell followed suit.
Little did she know; there was more to come.
As she left not looking back, the seer stood fast in her place, her mouth still wide of hollow and her eyes still closed.
"The motion of the prophecy has been set. What he is owed shall be met..."
Were her last words before it was finally over. Words that weren't heard by anyone.
At least not the ones to be named living.