"I have no intentions of crossing over so soon, Mister Frederick," the woman said. "I am still capable of sustaining my life for a longer period of time. It won't be long before Malice is defeated and I shall be fulfilled."
"That is true, however..." Frederick paused. "You cannot know what else the Black Queen has in store. We both saw how different the ongoing catastrophes are to what was written. This is a case of a different kind, future being rewritten."
"Perhaps Elliot isn't the only being that is looked after by the gods," the prophecy sighed. "Do you think Malice gained another favor from another force?"
"Perhaps," Frederick placed the cup of his tea. "And Almighty-forbid, these force could further alter the course of fate."
"The Almighty is not here," the prophecy looked up at the cloudless sky. "There is only... us."
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