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Emma

Your son is under a spell...

The words kept echoing in my ear as I stood outside the nursery. The priest had asked us to step out so he could try to save the boy. He said we had come on time if not, he wouldn't be alive in the next 40 minutes.

Then again, he had asked, "Who was with him when you came in?"

And I had stared blankly, my mind utterly mesmerized. It was Scott who answered and said, "I think one of the nursemaids."

"One of his nuersemaids is a mercenary," The priest had informed us. Fear had gripped me further. Taylor had four nursemaids. I recalled telling Scott he didn't even need one but he was overcome with care and had insisted, saying I was too feeble to handle a newborn baby by myself.

"I-I thought the Doctor said it was poison?" That was the first thing I had uttered, out of shock.

"Not poison." The priest had picked him up again. "I need to try to help him. Everyone kindly step outside for a minute."

Scott's arms came about me and guided me outside with There