Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 8]

A cloying feeling washed over me. It was like a sudden punch in the gut to me – one that filled me with nausea and made me want to be sick. I staggered and only just managed to catch myself on the wall.

Blake paused. "Jaune? What's wrong?"

"C-Can't you feel that?" I rasped, fighting past the bile in my throat. "I-It's so heavy…"

"I don't feel anything," she replied. Blake looked back, but the others shook their heads, some more impatiently than others. "Are you sure you don't just have cold feet? We need to keep goin-" She was cut off as I wretched and threw up on the floor. Blake hopped back in alarm. "Jaune!"

The amulet on my chest was burning. It was burning cold, threatening to cut a hole in me with its icy grip. Another wave of nausea hit me, and I stared ahead, wide eyed.

"She's here."

"What?"

"Salem," I rasped, recognising the feeling. "She's here."

"Shit," Yang cursed.

Ruby grabbed my arm. "Can you move?"

"Y-Yes." It was hard at first, but I managed to get the feeling under control. It was like the first time we'd been faced with Salem in Atlas, and again I felt the urge to curl up into a ball and not move. I wasn't sure why I felt it so early, however, or why no one else did.

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The amulet I wore was so cold I could feel my skin burning. I had to reach in and lift it off just enough for it to rest on top of my breastplate, and even then, there was a whisper of cold air as the freezing cold amulet froze the metal.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 8]