THE PSYCHOPATHS REBIRTH

CHAPTER 6

Someone's POV

"And why was I summoned?" I asked with a raised brow at the five men casually seated on their designated chairs. They lazily looked up and rolled their eyes at me.

I let out a breath and grabbed an apple from the center of the tall, wide table in the middle of the room. "So what's the deal? Why is there suddenly a meeting today?" I asked again before taking a bite of the apple.

Davids answered, "Honestly, we don't know either. We were just summoned by the Head of Prophecy. He said he saw something important in the future."

"Oh? Is that so? I wonder why," I said thoughtfully as I sat down on the white chair prepared for me.

Why were we called? The last time prophecy summoned us was decades ago. What could he have seen?

As if answering my questions, smoke suddenly appeared in the middle of the table. From the smoke emerged two red eyes, followed by several wisps of smoke in different colors.

"Head Seer, what is happen—"

"Snowstorm. Evening. Heartbreaks.

A blood for a blood.

A fist for a fist.

Everyone dies if you let the traitor deceive you.

The power is getting stronger that even the strongest will be no match to the one who holds it.

A savior will come.

She will save the world, yet she saved it to destroy it herself.

Save the heart.

Save the soul.

Control the power, if you don't want the power to control you."

After that, the smoke vanished, leaving us all staring blankly at nothing. Huh?

"What just happened?" Delacroix asked in disbelief while still staring at the empty table.

Everyone was confused—and afraid—but as kings of different kingdoms, we hid the fear threatening to surface. What is happening? Who will come? Who will be the enemy? Who will save us? How powerful is this force? I have a bad feeling about this...

"Dad?"

All of us turned toward the door when my beloved child spoke. Fear filled her eyes, her body stiff where she stood. I had never seen her this afraid since she was young, and guilt and worry washed over me.

"Did you hear everything?" I asked as I approached her. She hugged me tightly and took a deep breath.

"I was just about to inform you about the arrival of the youngest Delacroix at our University... but then I heard it. Is it bad, Dad? Are we all going to die?" she asked fearfully. Sh*t. I won't let that happen—not to you.

I comforted her and said, "Of course not. We will find the traitor. We will fin- wait No. You will find him."

"Me?"

"You. Pack your things. You're going back to the University. I'll cancel all your missions. Find the traitor, my daughter—she might already be there at the University," I said. What a good liar, Wayne.

'Sorry, honey, but I'm not going to let you get involved with this traitor,' I thought sadly. If they're in the University, they'll be safe. We'll be the ones to hunt the traitor.

She nodded, the fear in her eyes replaced by determination—the determination to find the traitor. "Okay, Dad. I'll inform the others."

Annabeth's POV

I walked down the long hallway, bored out of my mind. Until now, I still couldn't find the so-called dean's office. Every time I tried asking someone, they'd immediately walk away from me, as if I had some kind of disease. Tsk. So dramatic. They should be thankful I didn't grab their throats. Acting all pure when they look like microscopic bacteria anyway. So here I am, exhausted, searching for that damn dean's office. Where is it? If I finally find it, I might just blow it up—just wait.

"Are you lost?" A woman suddenly appeared in front of me. I don't know where she came from, and honestly, I don't care.

"Why? Are you going to help me?" I asked with a raised brow. She chuckled lightly at my tone.

"You are lost. Come on, let's go to the Dean's Office," she said with a smile and walked ahead as if she knew exactly where to go.

How did she know that's where I was heading? Tsk, whatever. What matters is that I finally get there and rest. If I were still in my original body, I could stand under the sun for a whole week and be fine. But since I'm in Annika's body, I can't handle staying under the heat for too long. What a weakling.

'Your body is so weak, Annika. Do you even eat every day?'

We stopped in front of a cream-brown, two-story building. From afar, it looked old and almost abandoned—but up close, it could blind you with its shine. It looked like it had been waxed for years, ridiculously polished. Different kinds of gems were embedded all over the structure.

"We're here," the woman informed me with a smile. I merely looked at her coldly before nodding a moment later.

"I see..."

"Alright, I'll be going now... by the way, I'm Natasha, but my friends call me Tasha, so you can call me Tasha," she introduced herself with a smile—so sweet it made me grimace. She looks stupid. Doesn't her jaw hurt from smiling that much?

But when her words finally registered, both my eyebrows lifted and I smirked at her. Friends? Is she offering friendship? HAH! The last circle of friends I had is now buried seven feet underground.

I tried searching for Natasha in Annika's memories, but she wasn't there. That only made my smile widen. Maybe befriending Natasha could be useful. I need to know everything about this school—might as well use her.

"Right. I'm Annika. Good to meet you, Tasha."