The Mystical Appearance

When Nathalie noticed how upset she was, she furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"I said, change me." She keep on insisting such lines in which Nathalie had no idea what she was talking about. At this point, she thought of reporting her to the police.

But out of all words she uttered, it was the weirdest.

"The fuck—?"

"If you don't want to, then might as well ruin this so that I would be able to change the course of my destiny!"

"Crazy bitch… I need help," she muttered, dashing towards the door. She was about to call for help when a wave of frost crashed onto its wooden surface, releasing a ghastly mist of cold and thick sheet of ice.

'Magical powers?! Am I dreaming?!' she breathed while she slumped to the ground. Her arms trembled and could never crawl further as her skin touched the door.

Even after all this spectacular magic flashed in front of her, it was already out of her equation. It was making her believe that it was none other than the person in her nightmares.

It was really Mystique Blackwell.

In the flesh…

"The Mystique I know doesn't speak!"

"Only I got to find it when I got banished to Thousand Isles! Exactly written here!" she retorted, pointing her finger on the manuscript.

'Just what is going on here? Am I missing something?' Amidst the chaos, Nathalie tried to pick up the pace, as not only her life was on the line, but also her manuscript and her family.

"I can hear the footsteps." Mystique narrowed her eyes as she muttered coldly.

Soon, loud thuds began to ring her ear that came beyond the closed doors, and the muffling voice grew louder than it was before.

"Miss Quinn?! Are you there?!"

'Jonathan!' Her eyes widened, but despair befell her when the door was sealed and beyond help.

She turned around and Mystique with her hand gesture. "Shh, keep quiet." Then let out a wicked smile.

Nathalie shuddered as though she was trapped in a psychedelic tragedy.

Everything happened so fast that things never failed to surprise her; the region around her shoulders now had the ice sheets melted and nowhere enough to send frostbites in her body.

It was neither warm nor cold water trickling to the floor.

Nathalie gasped when she peered downwards; her body refused to follow her internal screams at this point.

Meanwhile, Mystique let out a sharp huff. "Unaffected. I expected no less from the Goddess, how about this?!"

A gust of snow and chilling breeze, out of nowhere, brought forth and stormed inside her room; however, she was not hurt at any aspect in her.

'I'm still not hurt. Just what is going on—?'

This opted her to turn around, slammed the packets of snow, melting them fast, and cried at Jonathan for help.

However, Incessant calls of Jonathan went inaudible until no sound was heard, making her confused further. A few moments later, the storm died out and turned the place into a tundra.

"No one will be able to hear you now. I have come to bargain, my Goddess."

"What... Do you want?"

"Simple. I'll say it again and again: Change me."

"You…" She tried to stand, leaning on the wall as she locked her gaze. "Do you want your life to change that bad?"

"All of these you have written was your prophecy that came true; I died a painful death—I want none of it! I want to live!"

"Stop spouting nonsense!" Nathalie rebutted. "You are what you become from your actions, and I only write them from then on!"

No matter how absurd it was, Nathalie refused to accept the blame, which she had no control. Instead of making it a lot of sense to her, it incredibly backfired.

"No! No! No! No! That can't be! It's you who made me miserable!"

Mystique covered her ears as she shrieked. The frigid winds of the night continued to blow stronger and blasted the room, but Nathalie remained unfazed by all of it.

"If I really was the one, then why should I grant you?!" Nathalie fired back at her. "When you reek of evil that loomed within your heart!

Mystique went stumped as she found herself taken aback. "I—I only did it for what the empire deserves! The Goddess—should know for all its worth!"

"For your selfishness, they're still unacceptable. However, you must redeem in the end—"

"But not with the price of my precious life!"

"Too late," Nathalie replied, catching a glimpse of Jonathan's shocked look from the nearby window when he tried to assess the situation, but as his boss, he knew she was in danger.

Nathalie waited for an opening for him to strike.

"You're the Goddess, capable of anything! Please—"

"No, Wanna know why?"

Mystique became confused despite having all ears, and she tried to lower her guard when she uttered dire words.

"...A rat that sneaked in the room…"

It was time for Jonathan as he went with a swift action: raising his hands had pistols aimed at her shoulders and chest.

The volley of shots erupted in the air; in a split second, Mystique staggered, hissing from the utter pain, and eventually crashed on the bed with a pool of blood draining on her dress.

Nathalie couldn't move out of shock.

"Miss Quinn! Hurry!" Jonathan called, reaching his hands by the window.

In the glimpse of these seconds, she grabbed her sling bag and the manuscript before she took his hand.

A sudden rush of adrenaline was in her as they took a run from the small part of her balcony.

Mystique shrieked, which deeply alarmed her, and went on the emergency stairs that led to the ground.

From the top, Nathalie, together with Jonathan, took a leap of faith for a drop.

Bolting out of her room, she already panted a lot, although that didn't stop her large strides to the streets. Cold air attacked her throat as she continued to gasp, and her ankles hurt from the jarring pain.

She was still in the perimeter of her house, running for her life; at the same time, she beckoned Jonathan for an emergency.

"Miss Quinn, Miss Quinn! What's wrong?!"

She looked back, but her heart skipped a beat when Mystique, from the balcony, sent a deathly glare with her hand shot a long spike of ice, aimed at Jonathan.

"Jonathan! No!"