"Move!" the woman hissed, her voice laced with impatience as she urged Jessamyn to stand. Her sharp, narrow eyes flicked nervously towards the encroaching shadows, where the old seer's silhouette loomed like a malevolent specter in the distance.
Jessamyn's breath hitched in her throat as she frowned, her mind racing "That old hag is trying to kill my son. Help!" she cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. The words tumbled out before she could think, her body instinctively reacting to the imminent threat.
"What?" the woman's voice cracked, her usual composure splintering as her gaze snapped back to Jessamyn, eyes wide with alarm.
"I…" Jessamyn gasped, her knees buckling beneath her as she collapsed to the ground. Her hands flew to her belly, clutching at it as if trying to shield the life within. Her eyebrows twisted in pain, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she doubled over, her entire body trembling.
