47. Her true purpose

A scream left my mouth immediately Arc and I popped up in Emy's living room. Arc pulled me back, pressing my back on his chest. I cupped my mouth, the gruesome sight was unbelievable. I was too late, I couldn't save them on time. Emy, Chlorie, their parents and friends were all dead.

"Esme is back," I sobbed, "how did I not feel it? How?!"

"Let's check around for survivors, I don't think Judith is here yet." He said calmly, he had seen more gruesome sight than this.

"I'll have to pull her out of the realm, she must be stuck in… Hunter!" I hurried to the bottom of the staircase where a small body laid. I went on my knees and took his hand, he was still alive. "He is still alive, I'll heal him."

I placed my hand on his head and let my healing light flow into him. "There, he'll be fine now. I need to find Judith, s…"

"I know where Judith is," Arc said with a croak voice. I jerked up when he broke into a sob. "We are too late, my little girl…" I rushed over to him to see why he was crying. The air got knocked out of me when I saw a small pup laying lifeless on the floor. I swallowed hard and reeled back as a strong wave of vertigo washed over me.

"No, no, no, no, no this has to be a dream!" I screamed. I knelt down and carried the dog, she was so cold. "Baby, you have to be awake, don't die on me!" I placed my hand on her head to heal her, but she was gone. "Arc, do something! Don't let our little girl die, please!"

"I can't do anything, she's gone, Jue…"

"No! You can't tell me that! She can't die like Judith and Sage and Victoria! She can't be dead!" I screamed at the top of my voice. My tears streamed down like a waterfall as the mansion slowly began to quake.

"Jue, please calm down…"

"No! My daughter can't be dead! Why will she be dead after all this time! I'm supposed to be the one to die, not her!" The wall on the other side cracked.

"Jue, please," he pulled me into his chest but it didn't make sense. It was her birthday, she ought to be alive and meet her mate, get married and have children. I was in the bed with her, she was alive when she went to bed.

Judith had been speaking like I was going to die for weeks, did it mean she took my place so I would end it? It couldn't be, she was just four and didn't even know how to control her powers. My head had swollen with grief, nothing made sense any more, no one made sense. Even as I continued to scream while hitting his chest, my heart felt like it was being divided. Judith, Emy and Arc were all I had, now all I had was Arc. The fear of the unknown came upon me, what if he left me too? How was I going to survive it?

The whole house trembled and cracked, things began falling here and there. Arc quickly left me, got Hunter and Judith then ran off, knowing fully well I could take care of myself. I remained in the house as the building collapsed to it foundation, nothing touched me as expected. I wished it did, I wished I got buried along with them, I wished I could take the darkness of the world with my death, but it wasn't that easy. I was stuck in the agony, I wasn't going to die until Esme was gone and the longer I stayed, the longer others die to keeps me alive.

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A week went by with me curling myself up in her room and crying my eyes out. Even when the others died, it didn't break me as much as my daughter's dead. Maybe because I actually birthed her, I brought her into this world and raised her for four years, four long years! Her pregnancy was extremely painful, one that made Arc scared because no one in history had survived carrying a child that caused the kind of pain she brought. I remembered how many times he tried to secretly help me get rid of the pregnancy before it claimed me, but I never let him. I beared for one year before she was born in seven days.

All the pain and endurance had gone to waste.

I hugged her belongings as I wept, refusing to eat, drink water or let anyone in. It was my agony to wallow in, I blamed myself for not noticing it, for not understanding or knowing that Esme was back. It was the day of her funeral, I held on to her new dress as I cried silently, memories of her filling my head.

"Mummy," I cried more, I could almost hear her voice. "Mummy," I gasped and raised my head, my little daughter stood before me. Not just her, she was in Victoria's arms.