Hortensia Matilda Novels & Stories

I present it to her somberly, heart thudding in my chest– regret building as I question my sanity and trust in Dimitri's words. “For you. For all the help you've given us.” She takes them gingerly. Emotion flashes across her face as she raises the flowers to her nose and lets out a shaky breath. Wrinkled hands run over the petals as she swallows heavily. Matilda takes a deep breath and settles an empty gaze on me. I blink back at her, confused. “You are certainly full of surprises, child. It's been a long while since I had these.” I watch as she tosses the flowers to the seat without hesitation before turning to Deimos. “Did you tell her to give me those? To soften my heart?”

"It is not waiting for her body to develop naturally. It is accelerating the process to match what it needs her to be capable of. A divine mark this strong cannot be fully expressed through an infant body and so the body is being brought forward faster." "How much faster," I said. Matilda looked at her notes again. "If the current rate holds she will be physically and mentally mature in two years. Possibly less." I looked at Luna who was sitting on the examination table swinging her legs and looking at the jars of herbs on Matilda's shelf with obvious interest. "Mama what is in that blue jar," she said. "Dried flowers," I said. "Ask Matilda." Luna looked at Matilda and waited. "Lavender," Ma

“Good afternoon, how are you?” “I’m fine, sir, just fine,” I bowed my head slightly, in reverence towards an elder. “What are we planting this year?” “First, we’re expanding,” Mrs. Bancroft said, one hand on a spiked rake and one on her hip. “Merv built me a teepee trellis for my cucumbers, so we’ll be pushing the flower garden further away from the vegetables.” “Will we see more of your famous dahlias this year?” She beamed. “Of course, and this year,” she leaned in conspiratorially, “I have a bulb called the Waltzing Mathilda that is just to die for.”

“Guess they didn’t all die.” I ran over to it and waved Zena over. The flower was small, pretty and seemed like it had just bloomed as it was the only ray of light amidst the brown leaves in the greenhouse. It was a combination of orange, yellow and red and it was the prettiest sight I have ever seen. “Ohhh…That’s a lantana.” Zena said, touching the flower softly and smiling. “You know it?”

It was a flat sandal with ropes that were almost up to her knees. Is this a costume? Who is playing pranks on me? She thought. She tried to stand up but she could not. Her whole body ached. "Who is here? I need help!" she cried out but there was no answer. Matilda tried to remember how she got here and the memories came flooding back. ********** Matilda was a young woman of twenty four years of age living in Oxford city. She worked in a bookstore from the hours of nine in the morning to six in the evening. Matilda was a very beautiful lady with long blonde hair. She was of average height and had rosy cheeks.

“Yes, I missed it. Sister Rene bombarded me task earlier that I grew exhausted, and I accidentally slept on the stable.” “I am sorry about that.” The sovereign said. Abigail then caught the sticking leaf on Mathilda’s legs. No tree inside the compound had that on their foliage, and it would seem that she was out the whole time which was true. Abigail then abruptly stood, slightly throwing Mother Renata off balance. “There is a bug on my skirt. There is a bug in my skirt.” She acted as she kept shaking her skirt and eyeing Mathilda’s at the same time. And fortunately, Mathilda noticed the leaf before Mother Renata could see it.

He gathered up everything he needed in an hour and was headed to the checkout when he passed a small floral shop. “Flowers that is what I am missing.” He thought as he swung his cart into the flower shop. A lady behind the counter asked “Hi, what can I get you?” “I need some Daisies.” He said. “A dozen of them.” “Did you have a particular color in mind?” “No surprise me.” He knew it didn’t matter to Matilda what color they were. She loved Daisies. “Make it two dozen.” He tells her.

‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked. ‘You know their age through their roots’ nara said ‘snow grass has a life span of 100 years, the snow grass they are taking is about 50-60 years’. ‘Wow I guess it’s true, healers and witches go crazy for herbs’ ivory murmured opening the map she held. Ivory noticed a blue dot at the entry point of chex on the map, straining her eyes she looked at it carefully. ‘This wasn’t there before’ ivory thought.

Across the small table sat Matilda. She was a little close to thirty, with a laugh that carried like sunlight through an open window and eyes that sparkled when she talked, green, bright, and framed by lashes that looked unfairly long without a hint of mascara. A tiny gold hoop glinted in her left nostril, and a faint dusting of freckles dotted the bridge of her nose, making her seem younger than she probably liked to admit.

This isn’t good. “What prophecy?” Both Angelina and I asked. “She who will not know her destiny until it reveals itself to her. She, who will have the eyes of good and bad. She, who will bear the chosen. She, who will be just as powerful as the Moon Goddess herself, an infused element of the greater powers. She, who will have a powerful mate who will need her, and who she will need. She, who is the Pallid Wisteria,” Martha said. “It’s a prophecy that speaks about you. We only know that it’s about you because we were told so by the Moon Goddess,” Jorge said. I was in awe.