Prophecy of Jessa

Part 16: Jessa's Fall


Through the painful haze, Rinn thought he heard Jessa's voice. The spell's grip suddenly ceased and he dropped to the floor in a numb heap.

The phantom shape of the young seer interposed itself between him and Ishar, arms spread wide.

Ishar's eyes burned into her. "So, the little seer knows a trick," the witch queen sneered. "I should have known."

"Don't you dare hurt him!" Jessa challenged. "Or I'll... I'll..."

"You'll do nothing," said Ishar in a voice like ice. "If you could do anything against me you would have done it long ago. Your threats are empty, child, we both know that. And I think it's time you remembered your place."

Ishar drew back her hand and swung it down like a sickly green glowing claw slicing through Jessa's shadowy body in one stroke, tearing it in two. Rinn managed to raise his head in time to see the halves of the phantom girl fade away in a scream.