Emma couldn't describe her feelings at the moment. On one hand, she was relieved that she wasn't their prophecy, on the other hand she was a bit disappointed, just a tiny bit. For some minutes there, she had almost believed the Queen.

"Are you sure?" She heard her ask Lily.

The latter nodded, before settling in properly in her seat.

Her face was sullen.

Emma felt a bit sad for disappointing them, seeing the sullen looks which were also plastered on the faces of even the elders.

But was the prophecy that important?

She thought everyone possessed the ability to decide the particular fate he or she wants, community included,...