The rest of my nights were hunted. I had dreams I couldn't discern. Like I have a (new) mother that always amaze me. I just can't understand her. She frightens me sometimes. Sylvia is always there whenever I need help. Even without speaking, she knows what I want. It's scary, and I'm beginning to believe that she reads my thought. It's okay if she has like my gift (and that nearly impossible cause my type of breed is rare) but I just can't live with it. I feel insecure, very insecure because I can't get to her thoughts even with my gift. It's ridiculous.
I've spent a few days in her home, supposedly mine, and truly I've had the best of comfort, but I just feel unfulfilled ( i abandoned my purpose). Besides, I don't trust Sylvia, I wish I could but of course I'm this curious girl with fantasies.***I heard a crack on my door and Sylvia walked in. I tried to shake off my thoughts before she got to my bed. It's morning already, she brought me sandwich and coffee (morning routine)." Good morning my love, how are you doing? " She said in her always happy tone. Sometimes I wonder if she ever gets worried about anything. Sylvia is perfect but I'm a mess.“Fine mum” I yawned and stretched like I was just waking up. “ How was your night? ”I always ask about her night because mine has never been good and the atmosphere in this house changes at night. It's always very quiet. Fine, it's just the two of us living here but...Maybe I'm just being paranoid. All the same, her night is worth a question.“ Perfect! ” She dropped the tray and sat.Her voice echoed in my head. 'Perfect?' Nothing is perfect here."Just waking up?" She asked. I assumed it was just a statement that needed no answer.
Of course, I'm still in pyjamas.
My mum (Sylvia) wakes up as early as a bird. She's trying to teach me that too, but I can't be her. I'm Katty.She slowly reached for my hands and wrapped hers around it. I felt warmed."Katty, you're resuming school tomorrow, I've made the necessary preparations..."My heart cracked on hearing this. School?
I'm not ready. I have a quest. I've just been here for a few days. Why school?Aargh!"School?" I gasped."Yes love" She smiled, her angelic smile. "It's necessary...""Yeah, it's fine. T... Thanks so much" I had to stop her. I hate sermons.I hate school. I love to learn but in school I don't live.There are so many things in school I'm afraid of. I'm different. I'll be jeered at. I'm one of the few Caucasians that have asthma. I might be the only one in the school. My hair colour... Everything about me is weird. And my gifts, which I'm supposed to be proud of, will definitely bring shame upon me. I'll be called a witch. A Witch!I'll be despised as a witch."There would be no problem in this school trust me" Sylvia said.
That fell like a pin was pierced into my heart. She read my thoughts again. She is a witch, a beautiful witch, or she's just got a gift like mine.Oh! I just sounded like the girls back then in school oh my god! Those girls, if only they had asked me first before believing I was a witch. So I'm going to ask. That will be hard though."Sylvia... Huh..." I trailed off. What the hell do l want to say.Are you a witch? Or do you read thoughts? Oh my God! She might be listening to my thoughts right now.
“Huh… Sylvia… Can I ask a question?”She smiled. A smile that melted the icy feel of my fingers. I wish she knew what I was about to say. Maybe she'll understand that she's not supposed to smile.“Come on, go ahead”“Mph” I swallowed. Asking a question has never been this hard." Don't take my words to heart… I'm just curious” I paused, it was a compulsory reflex action.
I asked myself for the last time if it was really necessary to ask. I should ask now or never.
“You give answers to my thoughts most of the time, do you read thought? Or how do you do it?” I asked and regretted immediately.Damn me!That was too straightforward!**Sylvia's POV**Oh my God!That question! I'm stuck…She's just a child. I can't answer. I don't want to lie to her. How will she take it? I'm a witch and I love her. If she leaves, I'll kill myself.***
“Are you sure you want to know?” Sylvia asked.“Yes, i want to know, please”“Huh…” She tried again. “ Yes, it's one of my gifts…”My jaw dropped. I felt hot like I was burning within. She just proved my doubts and it hurts deeply. She reads minds just like me and I feel to insecure about it. My face turned pale red. She has actually been reading my thoughts all these while. She knows everything, all I've ever thought of. It's a hard truth. My weird imaginations, she knows EVERYTHING.Right now, I wish the ground has a door. It would have been easier to yank off the door and plum myself into it. How embarrassing?Just a question before I kill myself.'Huh…” I tried to talk but she was faster.“I… I use my gifts well Katty, I don't use it all the time" She said softly.Like a simple way of saying 'I'm sorry for the invasion'Damn you!I screamed in my head. What gut? She just used the damn gift again!“Come on Katty, don't give me that look” She chuckled.
“I'm not a ghost, it's just a gift”
'Yeah, a gift'. I said beneath my breath. 'A gift that I have.'
“Come on Katty, everyone has gifts. I'm sorry if you're angry” she embraced me and with that I was calmed totally.
“I have gifts too Sylvia”
“Yes, I know your gift” She smiled. “ You read thoughts also”
“Yes, I do” I wasn't surprised this time. Mum has GIFTS…
“But I can't read yours?” I pointed out."Katty, I'm an adult and your mum”She didn't wait for more questions though I had more of them she gave me a peck and left.After breakfast that morning, I went to the library. There's a compartment in the library that interests me. That same compartment, Sylvia has warned me never to go there but of course I was curious, so I unlocked the door and walked in.It has mostly ancient books, most of which has spells. I read them just like any other book. Besides, reading them gives me a sense of strength. I believe they're not fables. They can come handy in real life situations, so I memorized some. It's strange but interesting. By the way, reading is a new art I've learnt while living here. Katty's never been the reading type.During the past few days, I've spent most of my time here, and sometimes I wonder why Sylvia has instructed me not to go in. Well, today I'm not going there to read. I'm on a miss
I have always dreaded the first day at school. There were big things like meeting new friends (I don't intend to have any), the new teachers, learning new hallways (my best). And there were small things like getting a new locker. It's a private school, so I believe I'll have my locker ready (I should). But more than anything, I hate the stares. I hate being the centre of attraction, but I guess that will never change about me. It's who I am. I'm beautiful, no doubt. My golden hair, one of a kind, then my eyes. I know I'm different, but I'm not exactly sure how. This school looks different, Sylvia has always chosen the perfect things for me and this is one of them. I stood outside my new school in a freezy march morning wondering. Why me? I was just in sweater and leggings and I felt I didn't belong here. It's way too orderly out here. From the look of thin
The rest of the morning was a blur and I was hungry by the time I reached the cafeteria. I got my food from the vendor without any stress and sat at an isolated table at the back of the room. The truth is that I feel nervous. Being in the midst of these big kids, though I'm not short also but I'm just fourteen. I just can't help but feel younger. Like i do not belong here. I fixed my ear pods to my ear, trying hard to concentrate. I barely ate, a vague feeling of first-day nausea was still within me. I always expected school to be like this, even worse. I closed my eyes , tried to change my line of thought. I thought of my new home, Sylvia and her perfection, my nausea worsened. Her perfectionism is so overwhelming. I breathed deeply, willing myself to focus on something, anything good in my life. “Newbie ” I jumped.
The closing bell rang, I packed my bags and walked out of the class, trying to be unnoticeable. The truth is that I'm in a hurry to leave. I just can't wait to get home. As soon as I got outside the school, I felt surrounded. A group of girls, chatting and laughing, blocked my way. They were jeering at me, no doubt. I guess I'm used to that already. I wish I knew what they wanted but whatever it is, I'm not ready for it. I need to leave this place. I got tired of finding a way out so I stood there, in a posing stature, hands folded. I glared at each of them. “ she's the new girl ” One of the girls said. She had a twitched nose and her short curly hair gave her a funny look. The other four girls giggled at each other.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew past. We stood still awaiting whatever it brings. We're stuck and that's it. “Katty! Katty!” a very familiar voice called out. That's Sylvia's voice, how did she get here? “my mum, she's here”I could see her from a distance now. He arched a brow. “your mum? ” Sylvia moved closer to us. Her face was lit. She embraced me though I was too surprised to speak. “mum! ”I gasped.
I sat straight up in bed, breathing hard. I looked around disoriented. I woke up with a sharp grip in my chest. It's been a long time since I woke up with this. I just hope all is well with me. I noticed a figure by my bed side. Mum, she's here, for how long exactly? I wiped the cool sweet from my temple and sat on the edge of the bed. Judging from the light and after checking the clock, it was late, 8:30am. I didn't plan to be up earlier anyway. “Katty, you're finally awake. ” She checked the time herself and was amazed. “so sorry for not waking you up. I planned to wake you after I'm done with the cleaning ” “it's fine mum” I yawned.
Sylvia rushed into the doctor's office. The news of Katty's attack reached her rather too late that when she got to the hospital, she wasn't allowed to see her again. She's been stabilised and put to rest. The doctor just said, 'You can't see her now, see me in my office' She was grieved, scared that something has gone too wrong. Most of all, she felt guilty for everything. “how's my daughter? ”she asked as she sat down. The doctor, a lean, young and tight faced man. His silky black hair fell over his forehead that gave him a youthful look. “she's been stabilized for now ”he said “you know she was asthmatic? ” “yes”she responded.
Sylvia ran out of the hospital. She knew she needed to get Emiliar as soon as possible. *** Emiliar sat at a corner of the school library reading a book, she needed time alone. Her life has always been a mess and now it's even worse ,Katty's gone. There's no other human that believes that she's just a human. There's no one to talk to . Her life has crashed and now she's here to bleed on paper. she just sat there crying within. A woman walked up to her, probably the librarian. “hello Emiliar ” she said.
"Deal?"Roger asked."The men would have to fight fist then."Alistair replied.Julian stepped out, Raleigh also. To Julian, the fight was for a different cause. Raleigh had tried to poison him the night before, he hadn't exposed him because he knew deep down that it would be nicer if kept it for another day. The day came rather too quickly. Raleigh also was eager, with Julian out of the way, his plan would go out just well and he'll have the whole demonic territory to himself, probably the whole world."I've always waited for this day"Raleigh muttered, am evil grin on his face."Then go on." Julian's expression was rather bland.The two charged at each other. Julian held his lance to a perfect aim while dodging Raleigh's spear. I never expected the fight to be so short and easy. The spear caught Raleigh right in his chest, below his heart though. That could not make him die but at it he got weak. Julian walked over his body and brought his spear down to his heart. Bloo
"You will rot in hell!"He yelled and turned to leave. Alistair stopped him."Who deserves to rot in hell Roger?"She spoke into the conch. "You have just one day to make a choice. It's either you come down here to surrender to us or we break into your walls."Roger laughed, sounded like it rooted from some bottled forces in his chest. "You that kid! Let's see who lasts one day."He walked away.I faced Alistair. She just made the wrong decision. Giving Roger even a second can change the way things are going."You know Roger would never surrender to us.""I don't intend to keep him either"Alistair said. "Even if he surrenders, I won't let that devil live, never. It's better to catch the devil unawares. We are going in now."I smiled. Alistair's smart. I guess you have to be a demon to fight a demon. I'm proud of her."So, how do we get in?"I asked. "The soldiers can't climb. They won't be caught unawares then."Alistair nudged me by my side. "You
"Next, little bit of rain."Alistair said on getting towards the castle, then the rain began. This time, chilly waters dropped.We saw that the walls have been shut tightly with everything Roger possessed. It's the first time in Roger's history, he got suddenly scared of war. It isn't a war anymore or is it?"We're not burning down the castle. Let's go back."I only followed her command. We turned back, going back to our comrades. Looking over the wretch we've created, I could not help but feel pity. I, Katrienair, that weird kid in school, had a part in these. It's unimaginable. I've really grown up and things have really changed. I remembered Arkishair and muttered a little prayer for her. Alistair noticed, her next words proved it."She'll be proud of you.""And you too."Alistair shook her head. "I don't think she would remember."We got to the spot the white coven's army stood, they was massive celebration in the air. They were rejoicing because our
The number of Roger's troop seemed limitless and no matter how many we killed, it seemed futile. For every hundred that was killed, two hundred appeared. All the while the horizon continued to flood with them, row after row, division after division, crammed up like a million worker ants. They were able to stop the fire, they pushed off the flaming soldiers away an took up new positions. The death of several thousands of their men didn't even put a dent on their forces.Yet at our side, every death made an impact, though we didn't have many. That kept my hope alive. We were already far away from the hill where the war started. Our army was still very much in the spirit. I was proud, they had sustained injuries but that didn't stop them. The key was just the best. It was killing four men at a time. I swinged it around while moving and ducking at the same time. At the corner of my eye, I heard a scream. I had less time to linger on that sight because I was being attacked from ever
I stood on the top of one of the hills of the northern province of the demons territory, my comrades by my side.The demons' soldiers were already on the horizon. We planned to go meet them at the castle but the sudden change of event didn't matter anyway. All around, men were busy preparing their weapons. Archers took positions, thousands of them, arrows and bows also ready. If they want it on this hill, so be it. Thousands of more men took positions with Spears, young legion members with slings. Thousands of men beneath the hill had swords and Shields and every weapon imaginable. Israel was giving commands, with Alistair, looking stronger by my side. I felt optimistic. This is the war I've lived for. With the Key wounded in my hands, I already knew what the results of the war would be. It would be a hard one though.I looked again over the horizon and reminded myself of what was coming. The demons has never been defeated on any battle. I forced myself to believe that this ti
There was a feast at the castle. The usual kind of feast Roger has whenever a big war is coming. Julian was in his chamber with kabal, teaching him the things he needed to know, when a guard informed him about the feast and that the king asks that he must be there. Kabal had mix feelings about it but he could not stop his master from attending the feast. Julian instructed him to turn off the lights and go to bed but Kabal could not. He felt something was off. Maybe something really was off. He left the chamber, though late, he had lost sight of Julian. He walked round the castle, searching for the exact place the feast was holding but didn't find it. It's a private feast so it wasn't taken at the assembly hall. Frustrated, he retraced his steps back to the chamber.He was stopped by whisperings from a room, the royal kitchen. His curiosity led on and he decided to have a peek through the half closed window.He saw Raleigh conversing with the head nurse. He had to strain hi
Sylvia curtsied on seeing Israel walk into her apartment. She had stayed in, brooding since their last talk."Sylvia, how are you doing?"Isreal took a seat on the couch."I'm okay Milord."She answered."You told the head of maids you weren't."Israel haf asked of her from the head maid since he didn't see her thought-out his preparations for Karen and her company.Sylvia muttered an apology."Have you remembered?"He asked. Sylvia gave a solemn nod."Then I have no choice" Israel said. "We have a big war tomorrow. The chosen one and her comrades have arrived. You need your memory because you would be at war tomorrow and you need to remember your fighting skill at least. I can't leave you here in he castle. It's not safe. "He stood up from his seat and moved closer to her. Sylvia froze in place, scared of what his next step would be. She stood up, her back against the wall."We still have some time. it's just noon. You will be awake before dawn, surel
I decided to go check up on Alistair. Ethan was exiting the room when I walked in. I saw Alistair on her bed, head buried in her pillow. I got curious. What happened here?"Alistair." I joined her. "Hei, it's me."I removed the pillow from her head. I saw her relax. She opened a drawer and gave me a photoframe. I was stunned. There was a couple in it. They looked very young and beautiful. The young woman had long curly golden hair, her green eyes stood out in the picture. The young man was like the most handsome being I've ever seen, I had to remind myself it's just a picture. He had flashy blue eyes and perfect black hair."Our parents. You never met them but..."I was so shocked on hearing this that for a moment I doubted my ears."What did you say?""That's mom and dad. You know them now."She yawned."Oh my...they are stunning. Ah..."I held it to my heart, fantasizing about them feeling my heart beat."I'll find them. I will.""Is there anyt
" Is that Alistair, the first princess of the white coven." Israel shrieked on seeing us. Even his guards, wore a surprised look. I took a glance at Alistair. Well, her expression was bland but I could tell she wasn't enjoying the publicity.Isreal walked up to us as we dismounted from our horse. He bowed to Alistair. She only nodded."Oh my goodness Milady, we all thought you were dead.""I am."Alistair finally spoke. "I mean, for now. You and your guards should keep this as a secret for now. I'm not ready to reveal myself to the public, okay?""Okay, Milady"Wow, Alistair's perfect!*We walked along the aisle, Israel leading the way. He looked less frigid than he was the last time. He was happy, though when he asked for the chosen one, I said I had no idea. He was surprised I could lift the key, I guess that shut him up. He said he had prepared a table for us but we insisted we needed to rest. It's no good time for eating, is it?He