Six

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.

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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 and she will have to feed on me. It's a norm I've watch happen to others several times but I just couldn't take it all in. That I'll have to die for my mum to take a position in the coven. 

I was this cool, easy going witch everyone believed would give in easily, even my mum. I didn't wish to die then,  so I search for other covens that could help and I found one 'Cupine Capacité' meaning 'girl power'. I got initiated by a friend. They taught me a lot of spells I could use to protect myself. It was already too late when mum discovered I had left her coven to a more powerful one that I can even get killed. She was sad that she'll have to die so she cursed me. I can't remember all she said but the last sentence always ring in my head day and night.

"You will have a breathless child if you will ever have a child. You'll never have your own "

I never understood what  those words meant until today. She's breathless definitely, but she's my child. I guess I'm happy about that. I'm contented.

At least her curse was not as bad as I expected. Maybe she loved me after all .

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Katrienair's POV

I felt numb. The good life I thought I was already near to achieving was fading away right before my face and it's all my fault. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Wait, a good life has never been my goal anyway . I'm not supposed to be sad right? I never trusted this woman. I have a quest to complete. I want to live a good life also. My head and my heart, which comes first?

Right now all I wanted was to read her thought as she stood there lost in her thoughts, staring into nothingness. My heart throbbed as every minute passed without her uttering a word.

What the hell is she thinking?

I decided to distract her. I scratched my foot on the hard ground and nudged her with them slightly. She was shocked, the bunch of roses in her hands scattered on the ground. 

I felt satisfied at least I was able to bring her back to the real world.

She smiled in someway that surprised me. Right then I knew she was about to talk. My heart squeezed awaiting the impact of her words.

"I don't care. I love you Katty " She held my jaw and caressed my chin softly. All i wanted to do them was to scream 'Thank you'. 

But the annoying part of me never let it out. 

My cheeks flushed red. Blushing was something I wasn't used to.

"Please stay my love. I promise to be with you even when you lose your breathe"

I didn't know what to think. This woman is the best I've ever seen. I'm very lucky to have her and I mustn't lose her. But of course, I'm going ask a question. I love to ask questions.

"Your children might not accept me" I said trying not to put it out as a question. I didn't want her to get tired of me.

Sylvia grabbed my hands and we walked back inside. I thought she wouldn't respond.

"Your children. Will they accept me?" I asked again hoping for an answer but nothing came. She was just leading me from one room to another.

I stopped abruptly. She looked back with a smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"Follow me" she pulled my hands and we were moving again. 

She opened the door to a room. It was decorated beautifully with rich materials. It was decorated purple, my best colour.

I guess her children are in this room.

We walked further into the room. She stopped at the dressing table that had a mirror. She stood at my back and embraced me despite how dirty i was.

"Your..." I tried to ask again.

"They're right there" She pointed at the mirror.

Is she crazy too?

"that's a mirror"

"there's someone in it dear" she smiled.

I racked my brain hard. What does she mean?

"that's my reflection" I pointed out as a matter of fact.

"Yes" She said. " Ask her if she'll accept you."

She chuckled.

Then I understood. She has no child. Wow!

"Oh fine" I smiled. Actually the first I have had since i left Emiliar's house. It was genuine. Life is just being too good to me.

"I love that smile" she was staring at the mirror.

"Well, this is your room..."

Oh my God! My room!

I should scream now but I can't. I just stood there beaming inside.

"Freshen up. Dinner will be ready just in time. I got to go. If you need any help, call on me okay?" 

She kissed me on my forehead and turned to leave.

I ran after her.

"Wait" I gasped. "Thank you"

She smiled. "Thank you too dear, mummy loves you"