What?! I thought.
Me? No! I don't belong here. I'm a thief, a destitute. I shouldn't live in a house. I'm just alive for a damn quest. I came here to steal her cake. What the hell?!
Like my thoughts were having a serious argument within me. I felt numb. All I wanted at that moment was to give up and die. This is too overwhelming!
She, a stranger, just asked me to live with her. Does she know who I am? How will she feel if she discovers...?
What if...?
There's no way I can survive in a house by the way. My past, those unanswered questions will not let me be.
And she's a stranger, I can't be very sure of safety. I don't know who she is.
I was lost in my own thought that I didn't notice that she was still waiting for my response until I felt her hands upon my shoulder, followed by her meek, caring and loving voice.
"Katrienair ?" She said. " Are you okay ?"
of course, I'm not. And stop speaking to me like Reba. I thought . As far as I'm concerned you are not my mother
I look up to her to speak.
"hmph, I'm okay. But..."
I felt betrayed by my own voice so I had to stop before she starts to think I'm happy about her request.
But on a second thought, I needed a home so much as I needed answers too. I can't continue to steal. According to her, I'm a child and as a child I need a parent ( Though I can live without one).
No, am I really a child?
Who's child am I?
I've been rejected by everyone. I'm not a child, I'm a girl or rather I'm a wired teenager.
This is an opportunity for me to live a good life. But my gifts, she must not get to know about it. I'll be killed like a mere dog. I need a home anyway.
"Why ?" I asked. "Why are you offering me this?"
Sylvia smiled.
Also a curious child. She thought. my best!
" You need a home, don't you?" She asked.
In someway her response got me annoyed. Do I look like I'm desperate to get a home? Or do I look like i would do anything to live a good life? She'd be deceiving herself if she thinks so.
"No, I don't " I countered.
She looked shocked. She definitely wasn't expecting that from a *child*. Maybe, she got it all wrong herself. I'm a potential thief not a child.
" You don't?" She asked like she was interpreting what I just said to herself. "Why?"
" I was here to steal your cake, not to live here forever. " I put it to her fearlessly.
Sylvia relaxed , her smile renewed. " I know that already katrienair "
'will you just stop calling me katrienair '. I screamed in my head. I remember the ghost druid whenever I hear that name.
" I prefer Katty " I said to her.
"You know what, Katty? " Sylvia said. "I like you as my child. I live alone in this house. Live with me okay? you're very safe here."
Now was the time to choose between the street and a beautiful and peaceful cottage home. To choose between the white empire ( which I might never get through alive) and a good life. To choose between the damn girl in my dreams and this woman willing to be my mother. I should not stay. I have a quest to complete but...
Well, like the druid has said, the decision I make defines my destiny, lets see how it goes. I'll live here. I have no choice.
"Thank you..."
I muttered.
***
Sylvia's heart lept for joy. She embraced the young girl. The new reality is that she, the barren witch, now has a daughter. A very beautiful and clever one.
'she's specially made for me' she thought.
"I'm Sylvia Swaine, I'd prefer *mum*" She emphasized on the last word.
***
I was silent. Still trying to get a feel of whatever is going on in my world. I craved for life more than ever. I craved to know what will happen next. In her arms, i felt all the comfort in the world. I wish I could be in it forever but guilt also burned through me. My quest, it's definitely going to be abandoned.
And I'm also scared, very scared. This woman-- Sylvia Swaine is the only human I haven't been able to read. Her thoughts are secured by some forces I don't understand. No wonder she was able to catch me in her kitchen. My gifts never failed me. I can read all humans thoughts.
Who is she then?
Or do my gifts have exceptions?
***
"Let me show you around the house" Sylvia took my hands and we began the tour around the house.
I was quite while she did all the talking.
'Has she forgotten so soon that I'm a stranger'
The last place we visited was the garden. It was an intriguing sight. I felt like I was in paradise. It has almost all the species of flowers I know.
She left me at a corner of the garden and walked over to pick some flowers. They were pure roses. I wish I could join her but I just stood there frozen, watching her.
Now I could see her face more clearly. She's beautiful. Like the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. She had blue eyes. Her long brown hair was plaited in a pony tail. She looked like a fairy princess. Her body structure was perfect, tall and not too lean. I love her.
"Katty? " I didn't know she was back with me until she tapped my shoulders again. Of course, I was lost in thoughts. She had a bunch of red roses -- very beautiful.
"Are you okay ?"
I nodded my head trying not to stare into her face.
"You were lost. Tell me what's wrong?"
*everything is wrong ma'am* I answered in my mind.
"Or you don't like the house? I..."
"No"
I had to talk to avoid sermons. I love the house anyway. My dream house wasn't better than this.
"It's just that I'm still very surprised" I said. "I'm not the kind of child you will want to have. I'll be a great disturbance, a liability in short."
"Why do you think that?"
"I'm not healthy." I said. "I have severe asthma"
Six Sylvia's POV I stood gazing into this young girl. I felt the burning urge to sweep her off her feet into my arms. She's just the girl of my dreams. I wish she could see this herself. My mother curse me. Decades ago, she cursed me even at the point of her death. It is a very long story I never wanted to remember again but this damsel got them back to me. *** My mum was a witch. Even as her only child, she never loved me. I guess it was because of her dedication to her coven "The black elites" . She was the vice president then and I was initiated by birth. I lived all my life as a prisoner in this cottage, my mother's home. She never allowed me any rights and she never smiled at me. I believed she despised me but that never bothered me. Until one day, the president of our coven died, according to the norm the vice president takes over or die. And I knew what was going to happen if my mum takes over the post. I'll have to die. I'll get killed
After a long bath, I found some clothes on my bed. Clearly, she dropped it there. Or maybe a maid, that's if she has one. My emotions were mixed up in some way I can't explain. It's really hard to take it all in . That I, Katty will live in a royal cottage for the rest of my life as a child to this lovely woman. I feel blessed but I just can't believe all this yet. And I'm bothered, extremely bothered. I shouldn't be, right? But I am.I have a purpose for my existence. I have a quest. Will I abandon it for luxury?I should. It's not a big deal if i do. But my guts, if only they could allow me think straight.I brush my hair and tied it into a knot. It wasn't perfect but I didn't care though I use to.When i was done dressing, I rushed down the stairs. Following the sweet scent of seasoned bacon, I found her at the dinning table, waiting for me I guess.Her smile made my heart melt.Oh my, my mother. I thought. I wish she was my mother.
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 (mo
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.