Chapter 4: The End Of Labyrinth
Jules's pov
Mother was silent. On a normal day, she was always quick to comfort me whenever I was in distress. But now, there was no emotion on her face.
Instead, she grasped my wrist and muttered a spell underneath her breath and the waves of wind that engulfed me almost immediately indicated that we were being teleported.
When I blinked my eyes opened, I noticed that we were in my own bedroom. Mother was crouched on the ground, muttering a string of complicated sounding spells underneath her breath.
I remained perched on my bed, body trembling and mind numb as I stared at her.
I was yet to wrap my mind around the fact that Anya was dead.
How was I going to continue living without her? Without Dew?
I stared down at my fingers and the blood coating my fingers sent a wave of emotion through my veins, prompting me to scream as I burst into tears once again.
"Anya is dead, mama! She's really dead! They- they killed her, and Dew, and a lot of people in the ballroom, mama they..." I was still screaming when a look from my mother made me clamp my mouth shut at once.
Her eyes were glowing and all the color had drained from her face, causing me to whimper in fright as I stared at her. She was still crouched on the ground and I noticed that a circle of bright light had appeared right in front of her.
"Come here, baby." She whispered, hand outstretched to me. I found myself moving robotically until I was clutching her hand, and they felt extremely cold to touch.