Chapter 5

The mysterious woman appear out of nowhere. Her sulking cry is a heart-pumping, the kind of which bring waves of unbearable pain. 

“I hold upon the time...” she murmured deeply.

I shriek to every words uttered. It send unbearable pain that gouging through the deepest of my soul. I fell to my knees, cough a mouthful of blood, and tremble with confussion. What just happened?!

“A-arsy...” he disappear just I open my eyes, only the mysterious woman and her annoying smile came to view this whole time.

“You wish it, so no ue of searching for such a mistake!” Her voice thunder.

I stop clutchin my chest, stop from doing anything to relieve the pain. Her words revibrated through the deepest. “W-what are you talking about?” 

She smirk, mumbling continously. “It's time...” her voice please, looking expectantly to the sky. The way she moves tell me she gone mad. She walk, yet seems like dancing in the wind. She exclaim thunderously after the paused. “The stars descend. Now!”

The wind blows, dust hurling about, yet she disappear without a trace. The sky, the light it produce, falling in the speed I can't able to dodge. It pour inside me, electricified me.

“No!” I scream all the frustration form inside of me. I want to curse her. She who trying to control the time...and destiny!

“Arsy!” my cry to his name when something cross my mind. Something missing inside me!

I shiver, my mouth widely open for a gasp. “Who again...Arsy?” the question resurface as I felt the bang in my chest. I point my finger in my head to think. “Is he some kind of god Why...I'm thinking the name though?” I shrug, drop the matter inwardly.

There's something to the way I observe thing though. Even heading with the aim of going forward felt so wrong. I head the path without thinking deeply, away from the strange...and annoying trees. 

They appear the tallest this time. I shaken and barey to move when the path away from them straightened and longer. 

“What are you afraid of little boy?” she's still here, cry out loud everywhere.

“Damn,” I curse behind my breath. “Go away, Witch!”

There's something in my wish that this woman madness overrocket. One thing I'm bother about though is Arsy. Where he disappear to? Is he that good...at granting that damn wish!

“You're so easy to control. Are you really the Sacred Child?”

“What do you want?” I cross the open area, only to be fill by the trees once more. “Damn you, Witch!”

“Oh,” she screech, “how good to hear that from sacred child. You're cursing too, are you really the townspoeple lay their hope to?”

“Shut up and go away!” I panting, my knees shaken to a halt. This woman knows too much as expected. She's not that shock that I curse and address her that way.

She thougt I don't know...when I know.

“Witch! Gross of a witch!” someone then throw dirt to her face. It was such a lovely day, only children flock to throw hate to an infamous witch.

She glare to almost everyone her age. “You children are gross! I am not! I am the goddes...” her voice shaky and weak. “I'm not a witch...”

“Hear that?” murmur around. “She said she's a goddess! Madness!”

They are laughing, as so the passerby can't help but scorn. “What a pity for a beautiful woman,” there's lust behind the way it said those words. 

“Stop that,” someone slap the man who lust the woman, “you will onluy bring sickness to yourself!”

“W-what?”

“She's a witch for a reason,” someone eplain, there's hatred in voice this time, “and thank me later before you let that lust to take over your soul!”

“There's a Witch the townspeople despise,” I told the boy my age, his attention was on his seedlings. I gulp and look away, the urge to pull those over give way to my sanity. 

“How can a witch be despise that way?” he ask, my eyes open wide. Did I hear him say? 

“You...can talk,” I curse insid my head when he glare softly.

“What do you think of me? Of course I can talk!”

“Then why didn't do so all this time?” I expected him to says he just don't like someone like me, yet he smile and shrugged. “You don't know?!” 

That's a news! It's good that he don't know...than be certain that he really don't like talking to someone like me, right?

“You're scaring me,” he comnented, looking to the smile I unable to hide. I doubt I'll able to do so even he will to glare and mock me. 

“Stop it,” his warning as he dig the land. “Father don't like it...” it almost a whisper yet he shrug as if those just a weird claim.

“Are you...afraid?” He stop and look at me with his pointed eyes. I chuckled, trying to ease the frustration in his face. “I'm not saying you really are. I know...you don't have a reason to be afraid.”

“How can you be certain?” his hands shaken as he focus to digging. 

I take away the tool and copy he's doing. He's silence, only to look up and saw his deep gaze towards me.

“Why are you doing this?” he almost tells me it was such a bother, yet it's seems not like it.

“Are you bother then?” I shrug, not waiting for his response. Though I hate the sight of those seedlings, it's the thing of the past. I can't just stand seeing him trying very hard...when it's just a dream that

would never be a reality.

“I...want to grow trees!” his small dream. One thing I grown with him. “I realize...forest surround the town will be a nice idea, my ultimate wish!” his words echoed, couldn't leave my mind. 

Even the sight of him looking to the far and desolated sight was a fantastic and unforgettable sight. He smiled...that day.

Then there's comes the witch...dying.

“No wish...to ever grant-” her dying words, end by the bang and the splattering of blood around, and the way she able to smile...as she fell from the highest church!

It's the image, cruelty, and curse. That forever engrave and struck...to the townspeople's heart!