Is this the end of my story?
No it can't be.
"Why me?" I asked as he took a white chalk from the silver bowl and started copying weird symbols from the book and drawing them beside my body.
"Ronda saw you in one of her visions even before you met." Lord Edwin Vincent replied absent-mindedly as he kept drawing. He was now drawing something like the head of a goat beside my forearm.
"What does that even mean? She is crossed-eyed." I scrunched my nose up.
"She sees things beyond your imagination little one."
"Oh and what has she seen?" I mocked.
"Your death, of course." he looked at me for a moment before moving to the side of my leg to draw another thing.
"You cannot really be that foolish to believe her!" I exclaimed, but Lord Edwin Vincent ignored me and moved to my other sid
