“It doesn’t matter if it suits me. Whether I like it or not... it’s my fate, so tell me.”

Jacob’s walking stick trembled as he stood to his feet. “I’m sorry son, but the fate I saw is not a pretty one. I saw a large puddle of blood and you were laying in it.”

“W-What?” The crack in Zique’s voice was so blatant that anybody could hear it from afar. “Blood? Was it the curse? How did I die?”

“I don’t know, son...but I do know that the heir you’re so desperate for is nowhere in your future. You’re