CHAPTER DLI

(WHISPERS WILLOWS)

AN old willow blows an eerie wind. Somewhat delivering a whispering message of taunting and dread that everyone should take heed upon. But then, the words, the whispers and the letter that it brings, somewhat doesn’t belong in the current world and not even from the previous loops of Death Reincarnate.

“Well, shall we meet our master and God?”

Farah giggles in a devilish way. Then draws a sinister smile while somewhat asking for a permission not towards the still sealed holder right in front of her, but to the target that she should be dragging to their meeting point.

“Then I shall see you very soon, Pauleen.”

She bids a temporary farewell, for she had no right to wake the sleeping beauty nor disrupt the flow of time that HE had written. She then draws a pentagram of escape that only the offspring of the two destined souls can only have. She immediately found herself in a fair distance to her real target who in her little spoiled world.