SHE IS NOT THE ONE

Emma watched as the woman who could be around thirty years of age, approached her steadily.( well, she couldn't be sure since Zipfarah who seemed to be middle aged, was already a grandmother)

Already she could hear Prescott's 'what is the woman up to?' in her mind. She couldn't help but reason in the same way too.

With her face scrunched in scrutiny, she drew back on her chair a bit, as the woman came to stand right beside her, staring down at her with dark brown eyes.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked the next second, as she felt the woman's hand at the helm of her top.

She instantly held down the woman's hand, before turning to stare at Zipfarah who wasn't looking at her, but at the woman, her smile gone.

"What are you doing, Shitta?" Zipfarah asked.

"The symbol. The symbol that marks out the prophecy should be etched on her back." The woman, Shitta, replied.

"And you didn't think it wise to tell me first, before touching her without her will or my permission?" Zipfara inquired, an