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FIVE MONTHS AGO
Odette's POV
"You shall bare the child of the enemy. In which she will destroy her own blood. If this will not occur she will take allegiance with evil and prevail through battle and war, with the enemy standing by her side." The enchantress' eyes returns to it normal state as mine were wide in shock.
"What are you saying?" I asked pulling my elbow away from her grip. And it dawned on me as I was looking at her. She wasn't just human, she's a Vitir, a certain individual that's sees the future . She has declared a prophecy that is bound to happen, bound to happen to my child.
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CURRENT DAY
"I will never bare a child." Hearing her sobs made my heart ache. "I gave up my life as a Bearer because of love and now this."
Looking at her made me feel disgusted about myself. She's the one who left the life of magic and now I'm the one to be blessed or maybe cursed with a prophecy. I should tell her. I know it would be hard for her but I should tell her.
"Charlotte. I need to tell you something." I said as I try to sum up the courage to tell her.
She looked at me as she wiped off her tears.
"I know this will not come out as expected so I'll just say it."
"Just say it Odette." She replied.
"I'm two months pregnant." I uttered those word with pure fear that she might despise me. I looked at her and she smiled. I was taken a back from her reaction. "Are you not angry or upset?"
"I'm happy for you." She replied with a forced smile but I could see the pain in her eyes.
"Charlotte I need you to raise her." She looked at me questioning me.
"Odette, but why?"
"A prophecy was proclaimed about my child. A child of the enemy and if I don't protect her she might fall in to the wrong hands." I replied nervous of what might come of the future. She tilted her head in curiosity and looked at me.
"Who is the father of your child Odette?" Her voice suddenly turned serious. I swallowed a huge lump on my throat trying to avoid answering her question. Should I tell her?
"It is better for you not to know." I reasoned. Her not knowing is fornthe best.
"If I'm going to raise your child Odette, I need to know who the father is." I looked at her warily and sighed.
"Seth Azazel." I softly uttered.
"Oh no. Odette, what have you done?"
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