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Phoebe stood before the Book of Shadows, turning the pages restlessly. Finally, she found the spell she was looking for. She spoke the spell and white lights absorbed her. She appeared before the caged Cole.
"Cole, oh god, what have they done to you?" Phoebe gasped.
"Phoebe, you shouldn't be here."
"Yes, you really shouldn't," the Seer commented, stepping out of the shadows. "I knew you would make it here eventually." The Seer waved her hand, carelessly and Phoebe reappeared in the cage beside Cole. "I assumed you've figured out what the dreams mean."
"Yeah, do you think I'm dumb? They were of our past lives," Phoebe answered, getting as close to Cole as possible as he wrapped his arms around her protectively.
"Well, don't you want to know how it ends?" Waving her hand at them, they fell back into their troubled sleep.
Cole knew he couldn't stay away from Phoebe, without giving an explanation. He had to tell her the truth; it was the only way she would know that he did truly love her. He stalked toward her cottage and knocked gently on the door. Clay answered it.
"Your Highness, what are you doing here?" Clay asked, bowing before him.
"I've come here to talk to Phoebe. I think the real question is: What are you doing here?"
"I proposed to Phoebe tonight, she said yes. We're having a romantic dinner to celebrate," Clay answered, oblivious to the raging battle tearing Cole's heart in two. He was more confused than ever, he could either let his parents die at the hands of savages or let his one true love get married to another man.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to Phoebe alone."
"Oh, sure. I'll get her. Phoebe," Clay called as Phoebe appeared beside him.
"Prince Cole, what an honor it is to have you here? Would you like to come in?" Phoebe asked politely, although her eyes showed nothing but contempt.
"Actually I'd like to talk to you out here."
"Fine. I'll be back in a minute," Phoebe said to Clay, kissing his cheek before following Cole outside.
"How could you have agreed to marry that egotistical pig of a man?" Cole raged.
"How could you be marrying an Indian?"
"That's different, you don't know the whole story-"
"Apparently I don't know anything about you." Phoebe turned from him to go back to her "fiancée."
Cole pulled her back and kissed her fiercely. Phoebe gave in almost immediately and moaned in pleasure. A pain shot through her back as an arrow connected with her heart. She fell into Cole's arms as he tried to apply pressure to the wound.
"NO, please Phoebe, don't die on me, Cole pleaded, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"I... l... love... you, Cole," Phoebe sputtered. "Ki...ss me!"
Cole obliged as his tear feel on her pale cheeks. She went limp in his arms as she took her final breath. Cole screamed in agony...
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