You Have To Die
"Thank you for the food," Mrs. Adler looked beaming when they ate lunch. The food was really good and she seemed to rarely taste such delectable dishes.
"You're welcome. I might not be able to come often in the future, so I decided to come now," Emmelyn explained. "Soon it will be winter and I heard that snow here is quite heavy."
"It's okay," Mrs. Adler responded with a chuckle. "It's similar to Wintermere if not lighter."
"Ah, I see." Emmelyn nodded. "Well.. that's good."
Mrs. Adler could see Emmelyn's countenance today looked different compared to when she saw her the last time. She poured tea for them into cups and gave one to Emmelyn.
"So, how are you doing? Have you thought about what I told you during our last meeting?" The old witch asked Emmelyn with a probing look.
Emmelyn let out a sigh. She did think about what Mrs. Adler said to her: about the curse, her being the bringer of bad luck, and the prophecy.