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Demi shrugged, looks like no one has died after drinking the liquid so she took the glass from Abby and looked at everyone before she drank the glass dry. Unlike the way Andras and Abby has gone through, Demi felt normal. Her parched throat has been quenched but aside from that there was nothing special. She looked at the glass and wondered why when she started hearing whispers. She let her gaze roam, looking if any of them were whispering but everyone's lips were shut.

"We are you servants..." One voice whispered.
"Huh?!" Demi was startled, it was like the owner of the voice was very near. She then noticed a grape vine dangling and was actually swaying. It crawled nearer and wrapped itself around her hand and moved it. As if the plant was shaking her hand.
"The God of harvest has come back!" Then tiny voices were heard like they belonged to little children as the wild flowers moved even if the wind did not blow.
No! That's impossible! Demi thought to herself as more trees, shrubs and plants moved in unison. It isn't Goddess, we are here to protect you. An old voice that sounded like it was from an elderly woman then entered her mind. We can hear your thoughts as you hear ours. She gave the old oak tree a double glance, wondering if she was imagining things but she kind of saw a woman's soft old face smiled at her and disappeared.

"This- this is getting really creepy," She looked at Abby with wide eyes and amazement.