When they reached the meeting room of the council, they threw her onto the cold floor on her knees. Disoriented by the rapidness of the whole situation, she saw Richard out of the corner of her eye and felt a sense of relief. However, the more she looked at him, the more she realized the depth of his betrayal. As she laid kneeling on the cold and hard floor, there he sat in his own comfy council seat with a stack of papers that looked suspiciously like their plans that they made together.
All of a sudden it all clicked in her mind what was happening and Emma felt like crying. This whole situation reminded her a lot of an old story her grandmother had once told her of the Trojan priestess named Cassandra who was cursed by the sun god Apollo to have no one ever believe any of her prophecies.
Emma slowly closed her eyes. They were doomed. They were so doomed.
Like Cassandra, no one believed in what she said.
If only she did not have this gift. Then she could have lived the rest of her life in relative peace and ignorance, happy to live her days out the way she always had and always would in the future. But the unfortunate truth was that she was cursed with this gift, and now was sitting in a cold cell beyond bars. Emma sighed and flopped onto her back on the ground. They had less than a year before their world would end, so what should she do now?