AN IMPERSONATOR
Emma swallowed her spittle as she heard the girl’s so confident statement. The little girl could make her go with her, through any means possible. She didn’t want to test that, already having a feeling that she wouldn’t like it in the long run.
She looked at her both sides, the right first, then to the left, to the extent where Clem and Shane laid in heaps.
They were balled in a fetal position.
Had the girl given them a dose of invisible sleeping pills?
From her point, they looked so deep in sleep, so peaceful, without a care in the world.
They couldn’t help her.
Shifting her gaze to the little girl, who seemed to have followed the train of her eyes to her two friends; she asked:
“Would they be okay?”
“Yeah, they will be. You don’t have to worry about them.” The girl replied.
“Let’s be going.” She said, stretching her right hand to Emma, obviously expecting the latter to hold it, while her eyes dared that if she shrunk away from it, she would be plagued by its consequences.
Emma, knowing that the girl was right and that she was powerless; she decided to try once again to get any clue on who the girl was.
“Who sent you?” She asked the girl who was looking up at her with hard colorful eyes.
“Queen Zipfarah.” The girl replied, and Emma widened her eyes in unbelief.
Why would the witch send the girl to pick her up, when they had just spoken in the cafe’s store room?
Did something happen?
And if something had, why hadn’t she whisk her away then, than sending some girl to pick her up?
“Why? I just spoke to her some minutes ago.” She asked, gulping down saliva again when the little girl frowned at her. The latter thought she was lying. Why would she think that?
“That is impossible. Our queen hasn’t left the shores of our land since that night she had chosen to make an appearance to you.” The little girl said, scrunching her forehead as she peered at Emma.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
That can’t be true. She had spoken to Zipfara some minutes ago.
“What is the problem? You don’t believe me?” The girl asked, bending her head slightly one side, as she peered up at Emma.
“I… don’t know.” Emma stuttered, as a dreadful feeling overcame her. There were two viable options here. Either the woman she had spoken with wasn’t Zipfarah or the girl in front of her wasn’t from Zipfarah.
None seemed appealing to her.
“You don’t know? Where had you meet the ‘Zipfarah’?” The girl asked, not fixing the queen prefix with the name, obviously showing that she thought that Emma wasn’t serious in her tale.
“In that cafe.” Emma said, pointing at her workplace.
“She had appeared to me in the store room, while I was preparing to leave with my friends.” She stated.
“That’s not our queen. That’s an impersonator.” The girl said in a voice leaving no room for objections or arguments.
“And how would I know that? How would I know that you are not the impersonator?” Emma asked, trying to braven her voice.
“Because I’m not.” The girl replied.
” That’s not a reasonable answer.” She said.
“Prescott, I might kill her at this rate.”
She heard the little girl mutter under her breath, as she lowered her head.
Who was Prescott?
She looked down at the girl, who seemed to be communicating with an invincible being. Perhaps the Prescott. She thought.
“How was the countenance of the impersonator? Was she holding the white staff? I believe you must had seen and admired the Odin’s staff.” The girl stated, lifting up her head the next minute, as she was obviously done conversing with her invincible neighbor.
Emma held the reins of her mind and turned back to that moment that the Zipfara had appeared in the cafe.
The latter hadn’t been holding that staff she had so much admired!!
“No, she hadn’t been holding the staff.” She muttered.
“Okay. One shot. What about her countenance? How did she appear to you? How did she disappear?” The girl asked.
Emma could swear that she had seen a smile on the girl’s lips which had disappeared in a space of a millisecond. A smile of victory.
“Well, I hadn’t seen her appear though, I was backing her. And when she was disappearing, her brilliant white glow were alternating between some colours of grey, black and indigo.” She said.
“Not Queen Zipfara at all. The woman is an impersonator who must have tried to deceive you by trying to wear our queen’s countenance.” The girl said, and Emma believed her, remembering that she had had her suspicions when the woman’s glow hadn’t been steady, even as she had hurried to exit gracefully like a queen.
“Okay, I believe you. But where are we going?” She asked.
“You will know when we get there.” The girl said, stretching out her tiny hand for Emma to grasp.
“But…” Emma was about saying something, when the sky darkened at a very fast speed.
“What’s happening?” She asked the girl who was also looking at the sky.
“They are coming. Prescott, they are here.” The girl said, speaking to the invincible being again.
Emma could hear the note of worry underneath the girl’s voice, and it got her afraid.
She looked up at the sky again. She could see something like comets flying through the sky.
The end of the world has come. She thought.
“We have to go Emma. No time at for your questions. Save them till when we get to our destination.” The girl said, patting her right palm three times with her left hand, before she stretched it towards Emma.
“Place your palm in mine.” The girl said.
“What about my friends?” She sked, turning aside to look at Clem and Shane who were still sleeping.
“They will awake once we are gone. They are werewolves, so they will be okay after a few minutes.” The girl stated, looking around them frantically, as if expecting an attack.
Emma soughed.
The final confirmation, that dispelled all the doubts she might have built up against her theory of her boyfriend’s family. She thought.
Saying a short prayer of help and protection as she watched the skies darken the more, she placed her hand on the girl’s hand trustingly, and disappeared thereafter.
Unknown to them, that the same dark shadow from the Cassie’s party, was watching them.