Chapter 41
Edna
Power was leaving my body rapidly. For a brief second, I was confused.
What was happening to my body?
I tried to paddle to the staircase leading out of the pool.
It was hard.
It felt like the water in the pool itself was acting against me.
Everything was in hell mode.
I bit my lip and moved to the stairs connected to the pool slowly.
My foot slipped from the stairs and my hand wasn't able to grab the guiding rails connected to the stairs.
It was painful to watch my hand miss the guiding rails.
The surge of despair was suffocating.
I fell back into the water with a tiny splash. I started to struggle as hard as I could.
The red water in the pool poured into my nose and mouth as I moved erratically.
I have never felt the presence of death being so close before. It felt like death was some kind of gigantic entity and I was a small being before it.
The difference in size was crippling my morale. I felt like I was the size of a rice grain in front of death.
I felt powerless and useless.
Was I going to die here?
It wasn't impossible.
An headache started to form beneath my skull.
I don't know if it was from the water I inhaled or something else.
If I died, how long would it take for Killian to discover my body?
I didn't know the answer to the question.
There was no need to push myself into more despair.
I stopped thinking wildly and just tried to struggle out of the pool.
I closed my eyes and tried to tap into my superpowers.
It should have been the first thing I turned to.
I wanted to beat myself up.
This wasn't the time for self blame though.
I reached for the red ball in my mind.
That path was a dead end. It was like there was a brick wall between my superpower and I.
I couldn't make any contact with it.
I was all alone.
My hands were weak and I couldn't do much.
I started to sink slowly.
Something slipped from my left eye. I don't know if it was a tear or the residual water that splashed on my face. My life was on the brink of destruction.
Then, I remembered the two maids outside the bathroom door.
Thankfully, they didn't heed my words and leave.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
I don't know what I would have done if they left.
Without their help, I would most likely die here.
There was a chance of surviving now.
I clung onto this strand of hope like my life depended on it.
My life actually depended on it.
"Cassandra and Emily. Please, save me." I yelled at the top of my lungs.
My throat hurt from the strain.
I didn't pay any attention to it.
Soon, footsteps approached the bathroom.
The door swung open. Cassandra and Emily walked in.
Their walking speed wasn't fast by any means.
Infact, it was too slow for my liking.
It wasn't funny at all. It didn't look like they were coming to save me.
They looked like they were strolling in the beach with chilled glasses of beverages.
I looked at them closely.
Both of them met my eyes.
The expression on their faces was strange. Finally, I pinpointed the look I was getting from them.
Cassandra and Emily were looking at me with contempt.
When they got to the pool's edge, they stopped.
They watched indifferently as I struggled like a white lab rats during an experiment.
More water poured into my nose and mouth.
My throat, tongue and eyes ached with all the red water that splashed on it.
My throat was painful. It felt like I was swallowing lava when I moved.
I wasn't willing to believe something was wrong.
No, something must not be wrong.
Alas, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
"Cassandra, Emily, what are you guys doing? Save me. I am drowning." I repeated my pleas for help again.
It hurt to speak.
Still, I wasn't willing to give up.
Cassandra chuckled, "Wow, the Queen is giving us an order. Emily, you should save the Queen."
Emily didn't move. Instead, she succumbed to a laughing spree.
Her body hunched downwards due to the intensity of her laughter.
No matter how I tried to convince myself-brainwash myself even-that things were not how they look, I knew I was wrong at this very moment. Things were exactly how I saw it.
It was obvious that Cassandra and Emily didn't like me one bit. They would n't save me.
Besides, this sudden loss of strength and superpowers must be related to them.
The smile and glee on Cassandra's face was enough evidence.
A glint of envy flashed through Cassandra's eyes.
"Mirror mirror, on the wall. Who is the ugliest queen in the history known to all?" Cassandra giggled, "The mirror shouldn't be stressed, I'll give a reply. It is you, my queen. Edna, I guess you must have been having so much fun seeing the king you dot on you. It is a pity to see you in this state though. Okay, not really but it is still a pity. Haha."
I tried my best to keep my head above the water.
My mouth moved, "Why?"
I didn't need to speak long words and sentences. Everyone in the room knew what I was trying to ask.
Emily shrugged, "Well, you were messing with the wrong person. That's all you need to know. You will know more in the future."
"We have gotten enough fun. Let's get her out of the pool. The Miss would be here soon and I don't want her to see us slacking off." Cassandra said.
"You are right." Emily agreed.
The two of them walked into the pool and dragged me out.
There wasn't any ounce of courtesy in their actions.
My body hit everything that was on their path.
Without looking at my skin, I knew bruises would have started forming.
I thought I would have the opportunity to rest. I thought a spot in Killian's territory would be safe.
Nobody dared to go against their King after all. I was wrong.
Someone dared to go against their King. I don't know what gave them the guts to act against me.
My thoughts and questions didn't matter though. All I know was that I would be the one to bear the brunt of some people's actions.
Cassandra and Emily dragged me back to the bedroom.
The sound of the guards talking to an unknown person traveled through the door into the bedchamber.
The voice was very familiar.
Emily hurried to the door.
She opened the door with excitement.
When the person outside the door took measured steps into the bedchamber, Emily bowed.
Her head was almost reaching her k
nees.
She was the very epitome of a goon or a follower.
After the person behind the door walked in, I could finally see their appearance clearly.
It was the one and only Jelena.
My nemesis.