Knowing that Agnes and Fatma fought was like knowing Santa Clause existed.
“Where are they now?” I asked.
Agnes was sat on the opposite end of our olden table. Before she went there, she said that she would be eating with someone else, and it turned out that it was a crowd, that I had no idea she was friends with. While Fatma was in the middle of the table and she was only with Linda. She just waved and smiled at us as she sat there. “What happened to them? Are they still fighting?”
The smell of the herbs on the mortar was greeting me every time I would let the pestle meet its surface. It was a strong blend of bitterness and weird. This was the third medicine I unsuccessfully brewed, it meant it was time to go. I stopped, and turned to them. Gabriel and Michael were still having a heated yet silent argument, butI interrupted them, “Gabriel, I think it is time.”
The knights started barricading everything in our convent. My sisters and I successfully arrived at the mess hall for dinner. But we were greeted by Sister Rene for we were late, “Why are you late?” She asked, and I could not think of anything to say.
AbigailThere was a crawling crack on its lower part and the wobbly handle was tied by a string of pink yarn she received as a gift from Mathilda. Even though the hand mirror was already broken, she still kept it, or better yet treasured it, for it was the only thing that could remind her of her ended precious life.It was precious for she was from a wealthy family. Her parents owned a big marble house that had plentiful number of help and they had acres of farm
AgnesAgnes was immediately surrounded by her new pack as she arrived on the mess hall. They were six girls– Sister Mary, Sister Jessa, Sister Lydia, Sister Elizabeth, Sister Lily, and Sister Emily. Agnes was the last one to join and that made them seven in total. She was little known around the convent for being the little version of Mathilda– the right hand of the only trouble
FatmaMathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore.
HanaBefore the neighboring rooster could annoyingly crow, Hana was already awakened. She did not need to wake that early anymore, but her body was used to it that even her softened bed could not prolong her rest. As she stood, even the little pup, Boy, who was curled like a yarn beside her, complained that it was too early to start the day. But she still continued on, and only gave the pet a pat.
Edith Edith had no memories other than the convent, but the farm. Not the farm where Hana was living now, but the far away farm where she fed herself by stealing young cabbages. To her mind, it was her first home and the farmer and his wife were her parents. And that they gave her away to the sisters.
I was unmoving. Three months had passed but the convent remained to be an abyss of nothingness. Not because Hana and Gabriel were nowhere here, but because I realized that, time is still in the convent. Everything outside was constantly growing and changing, while inside, nothing was happening. We were only praying, singing, and doing chores repeatedly as time passed by. Then we would wither, and that was the end of it. I already knew this before, but I only fully realized now because of the changes that the knights of Saint Christopher endowed. I am not saying I enjoyed the challenges, the problems, and the pain, but I grew as a person because of it. I was unmoving. And I wanted the world to see me move. I raised my hand, and interrupted Siter Rene or Mother Rene as she continued with the homily which she already discussed thrice now. I n
Days had passed, and Gabriel was still resting in the infirmary. He was enjoying the comfort and the attention. He will wake up the moment he had gotten tired of it. I was telling myself that to feel ease, and to assure myself that he would wake up. But it was starting to work less. I was alone with him, and his father was letting me which I found odd given his nature. But he kept surprising me, for there were times that he would visit Gabriel. He would stand behind the door and watched him from there. They did not have the best relationship, I assumed. I turned the pages of the book in my hand, and started reading it, “Long ago, the land of Hemsworth was cursed by the witch they had burned at the stake. Her words withered the crops and killed the livestock, making everyone famished.” “The people started stealing from the table of their nei
She was her title to me. A mother. The sisters raised us all, but I called her mother when I was two. And I only stopped calling her that when I found out the definition of convent in the encyclopedia, why there were lots of sisters and no fathers in our home, and why we were praying words we could not understand instead of playing. But still, even it was only her title and even I halted calling her mama, she never stopped being one to me. She would sing me a song on my bed because the night was too long for a child. She would reprimand me with a stick on her hand but she never actually hit me. She would explain the whys I could not get from books. And she would carry me from the ground because I got tired from playing to much. She became the figure I longed for as a child and she painted my childhood with affection. And because of that, I was able to know what was love like. I was able t
“How could she be the same sister if the photo was taken decades ago?” I asked Gabriel. “I don’t know, but you are looking at its result.” His was starting to be breathy. “Do you think it is really possible that this is Mother Renata?” I asked again. But Gabriel did not respond as he was bearing the pain. He was paler than before, and when I looked at his arm, the wimple around it was not drenched from his blood. “We have to go.” I announced, hiding the photograph on my cloth pocket. And then I carried his weight again. He was grunting the whole time we were climbing the stairs. When we reached the opened door, I peeked out, seeing that the chapter house was still silent and empty. I sat him on a chair, so I could slide back the wall. And when I turned back around, Mother Renata was calmly gazing at
The blood was fresh. And it was on the tip of her lips on her calmed face, but as I kept my sight on her, there was something I could not fathom. She seemed someone that she was not, like the convent. At first glance, it looked like a place where you could seek warmth during the cold of the night, but as you entered it, there was no warmth, only emptiness. I was afraid, but I was curious to see her, so I stayed hidden and I kept watching as she gone on. I realized that she was not her, but she wore the face of Mother Renata. Then the door closed, and silence befell the room again. You have to inform her about the knights, I reminded myself. The table helped me stood, and I waited for her to come back but the door did not open. I walked to it instead, so I could open it on my own. However, the room on the back of the wall was calling me. I could not resist it.&nb
The convent was still. All was exactly how it was before, the deserted grounds after sundown, the gate that never closed, and the calming eeriness. But as I entered the opening of the compound, I immediately caught the slanted cross on the corner where they gave Philip damnation, reminding me of the enemy. The knights were nowhere in the area. I was right that they summoned everyone to storm at us. I heeded myself to hurry, for I have to find my sisters. But when I jumped off the horse, my leg got caught on the saddle. I hasten to untangle myself on the strap of the seat until I fell on the ground. I was hurting that I stayed on the ground, feeling the earth on my body, and feeling nothing on my leg. And then I heard the father again, hurting me more, “You don’t know how to distinguish an enemy.” “You have been
“I did not invite them.” Michael said. The knights continued to penetrate the wall using their sharpened swords and axes, and the sound of the breaking had scared the nightingales that they flew away from their tree. One by one the knights started emerging from the outside until all of them were lined up in front of the crumble partition. And then the upper knights started joining them, and the last one who arrived was their sovereign. It seemed that all of them was here, I even saw Felix standing in the middle of their crowd. He was eyeing me as I looked at him, and he sneakily signed sorry to me. What was it for? Is it because he tell them our hidden location? Or because he failed to caution us? “What are we going to do?” Hana asked, and when I turned to her, Agnes, Fatma, Abigail, and Edith, wer
I woke up knowing that I would finally give Hana to Michael. The pain I was feeling now was similar to when you accidentally hit your finger toe against the edge of a pew, or a table, or your bed, or any other furniture that was on your way. It only hurt the first moments, but as seconds pass, it became a little bearable until you could not feel it. It became more than bearable when the girls understood her immediately. They were happy about the marriage, even it meant that Michael would be taking Hana away too. I had to do the same. I had to understand and be happy. The door creaked as Agnes entered my room, “The knights went out to search the grounds again.” She announced to us. And it meant that we had to go now. “Get yourselves ready.” I demanded. And then the girls started hurrying to g
Hana “Run away with me.” Michael said to Hana. She was laughing as she watched Mathilda chased Gabriel around, but the moment she heard Michael, everything around her faded away. She turned to him, and she was greeted by Michael’s grinning face. He spoke again for she did not answer. “I know I am asking a lot. Leaving meant that you could not see your sisters again, and the knights will not stop unless they found me.” “Marry me in front of your sisters, and flee with me, so we could live together.” Michael added. His words reverberated, and it stunned Hana. She did not want to leave the people she loved, but she loved Michael too. And it hurt her that she could not have both. Staying meant she would lose Michael, and leaving meant she would lose her sisters. She could not choose now, so she said t