Chapter 82: Eerie whispers
Everyone felt a cold presence surrounding them but they could not see anything. They heard distant whispers they knew they should not dare answer as an unnatural cold shook them to the bones
They rode faster despite their entire body shaking from the feeling of death that hung around them lurking for an opportunity. "What is happening?" Jubilee asked, hugging herself as she curled in a spot on the maid carriage.
She was surprised at how Zoltana didn’t seem disturbed by the disturbing presence. "It is the dead that are trapped here, searching for someone to accompany them forever," Zoltana answered, leaving everyone terrified. She was from the wandering clan; they were not necessarily witches or gypsies but considered that way because of their different ways.
They didn’t use holy magic nor did they worship the goddess of the moon Nyxoria. "They have already marked someone close by," Zoltana said, striking more fear into the hearts of everyone.
Jubilee’s face became as pale as a sheet of paper as she continued to tremble. "Why are you so composed?" Evelyn could not help but ask as she watched the maid the princess was ready to risk her life to get.
"Because I have no reason to fear; they only go after those associated with death or have been marked by death," Zoltana explained; the whispers were eerie, Evelyn was confused because they had gone through this same route before, but it wasn’t this creepy.
"As long as you don’t answer the whispers you will be safe. " Zoltana cautioned that it was a myth known in Darconia never answered the spirits in the Netherlands.
Others could not see the eerie presence, but Cedric could see them clearly; they gathered around the carriage but didn’t dare come in because of his presence.
His eyes fell on Abrielle, who was under his sleeping spell, oblivious of the strange paranormal event happening around her. "Why are you surrounded by death?" He asked even though he knew no one would answer that question.