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AMAIRA

"A… witch?"

He was about to reply when I winced, this Time I quickly grabbed my head and gasped out loud, sitting up on the bathroom floor where I was lying just next to the bathtub.

Damien who Knelt next to me, quickly grabbed my hands, hysterical and worried.

"Amaira!"

But calling that name only seemed to make it worse. Images began flashing in my head. I saw a man. The man had dark hair and evil eyes, and he was smiling straight at me with a visibly used syringe in his hand which he tossed away.

It was like I had been transported into my own mind because I felt him get closer and closer like I was standing right In front of him.

When we were barely less a feet apart, his smile broadened, and there was a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Princess Abigail." He called before bowing, and when he raised his head, I could see mockery in his eyes.

"A- Abigail? Who are you?"

"Me?" He grinned. "I'm nothing but a mere commoner. But you could call me Jason."

"B- but why did you c