“You made a choice, my child, and there was all paid for that choice. It’s not over yet child... The doom is coming, and the prophecy… wasn’t a joke, my child.” Said Agatha while she was approaching me.
Behind her was my father, holding hands with my mother. While Albert, who had a crown over his head while another on his hand - was holding my lost necklace in his other hand.
With a freaky smile on his face, he steps toward me then forced the crown over my head.
" I wouldn't do it without you ... My Queen!" As he spoke I found myself sitting on a throne beside Albert while in front of me there was a mirror.
I was wearing a golden dress that matches the crown forced on my head by Albert.
My reflection shows more than just what I was wearing, it shows people shouting and screa
