ZINA
Zina's unknown fears were confirmed the moment she got her hand on the paper that had words engraved on it with red.
All sounds in her external world were numbed as her heart began to beat in her ears. She couldn't hear a thing, couldn't feel a thing save for the cold feel of the piece of paper in her hands.
Furtively, her eyes roamed on the words.
'No one will save you from your cursed fate, Zina. We formed you, named you, and then birthed you. A mere interference from fate in the guise of a wedding and the pretense of a family is hardly enough to break your curse.
'I am sure you have seen me by virtue of your powers. I too, have seen you even long before you knew of me. Now you're done with your charade of normalcy, I hate to inform you that it is about time you come take your place.