The Core

Harlow was not alone.

She was pulling on something behind her, and it was covered with a brown item of clothing. It gave off a very cold, dreadful, and deadly aura, reminding Raziah of the object she had seen sitting in her parent's room, although this one seemed...much more stronger.

"Wait!" Harlow yelled again just as she saw Aragon relentlessly moving down on the Queen.

His body language and his movements never strayed nor halted the second time. Nothing would stop him this time, and Aragon smashed his foot on Mirabai's second leg, and the Queen cried in so much pain.

"No one tells me what to do...," Aragon stated, infuriated by the Crown witch.

Harlow looked very sick. Her metallic grey hair had turned white, and her skin was all wrinkled and pale. The way she moved, it was very obvious that she had only a limited strength and an even limited amount of time left to live.

What the hell was happening to her?!