“My eyes are red?” Amelia gasped, bewildered. “Why? What’s happening? What’s becoming of me?”
Liam shook his head disbelievingly, eyes still wide.
“What?” She asked him, half angrily half worriedly.
“I cannot believe it,” he said, aghast.
“For the love of whatever it is you love, spill, Liam!” She interjected angrily.
“It is said in the kingdom of Similiya that there shall come a ruler whose mother shan’t be a demon, and who shall bring peace to the kingdom.” Amelia didn’t see why he was telling her of an old grandma’s tale at a time like this, but she listened anyways. “The mother shall be strong during the pregnancy like no demon ever had been – a display of the baby’s prowess…”
“You mean to say…?” She trailed off, gulping down her dread.
“The prophecy is becoming a realit
