Bustling with men in armor, even ‘til nightfall… at every damned place inside and outside the manor! The number of my father’s men had increased, and I found not only more of them at the manor's gatehouse, but also guarding the manor’s halls, the inside of some bedchambers, and most especially the cobblestone footpath for the villagers. I may have made it out of the manor’s vicinity unseen, but I cannot risk going off on my own again… Not when my family is still waiting for me to return. “I should not have scouted alone; I was ill-equipped, and I could have been caught. The organization will have no idea how to rescue me if I did… if they even bother to rescue me." With a sigh, I cautiously scan my surroundings before going through the hideout's main entrance— across a creek that is a walk away from the central village, through a narrow crack in the hillside that leads into the cave, and then a guarded metal gate. There is only one entrance, but there are many, many exits around th
“Oh, oh! How about setting my daggers aflame?!” I exclaim excitedly as I share my thoughts with Severin. I am preparing a salt brine in a pot for the vegetables he and I stole today to preserve them. “That way, it can seem like I am using magic as well! You must tell me that that counts as something!” “And set not only yourself, but everything else on fire by accident?” the green-haired man replies, turning to me from his position in front of the table with a straight face. “That is no better than the last six ideas you’ve suggested, Maia.” With a pout, I submerge the reddish-purple root crops into the brine and place the pot over a fire. “I’m merely being true to life with these ideas. Mayhap it can help us improve as a team!” “Of course, because blasting magic out of one’s hands is true to life.” “You’re practically a living enigma, Severin. Would you mind adjusting the fire for me? Gramercy.” Nose-deep in his mother’s journal, he promptly lifts his arm and flicks his hand upwa
Right after the brunette and I had discovered this peculiar silver five-pointed shape that is roughly the size of my stout finger, I instantly ruminate about giving the enchantment another try. Where did this necklace come from? Why did my mother hide it by covering it in mud? And why does this symbol look so familiar to me…? “I feel like I’ve seen something like this before,” I mutter to myself before keeping the necklace at eye level to examine it in the candlelight. “But I cannot put my finger on where or when I have seen it…” I hear shuffling from behind me, and turn to find Maia pacing around while reading the contents of Mother's journal. “I still do not understand, Severin,” the brunette says, her shuffling coming to a halt as she sits on my bed. I hear her heave a sigh out of frustration. “To me, it does look like something that should be combined with magic, but how could we have known that that thing was inside the mud?” Is this what could have made the enchantment work?
Opulence is too often thought highly of… “I want to cast a spell again!” I've never thought somebody with no experience in the mystical and unnatural could do the impossible— I cast a spell with Severin, and it worked! I have… also never thought I would trust someone so much like that. Despite my fears and hesitance yesternight, he did not judge me nor speak about me holding his hand. I felt like a child, suddenly holding someone’s hand out of fear, but the way he held my hand back was… emboldening. It gave me strength, and I do not think I’ve ever felt that way with anybody before. As I shake my head to rid my thoughts of him, I try to refocus on the makeshift dummy my green-haired ally created and tied to the same tree I trained on before. It barely resembles a humaine being, but the effort is there— I’ll give him approbation for that, at least. Oh, I shall name it Mallory! I think the name is rather fitting. “Alright, Mallory,” I say, breathing out of my nose as I walk backwa
Continuation. Unbeknownst to Severin, I believe he is yet to see many more events of that woman— “Rosalynd”— and her past life… I can feel it because this is far from a mere twist of fate! As I make my way through a different path than the usual ones the green-haired man and I take during our raids, the occurrences of yesternight continue to play in my head— Severin’s affrighted reaction towards the dream he had is still fresh in my mind. I am worried about him… He has been quiet ever since he woke up from that horrible dream he had, claiming that t'was “one of the most terrifying things” he has ever seen. Poor man cannot seem to catch a breath. The only thing I can conclude is that he and Rosalynd have some sort of connection. I do not know how nor why, but ‘tis the only thing that makes sense to me… The only thing they have in common is that they both are, in a way, a witch. As I head through another village’s edge, I realize that we have never gone through this one. At least, th
Gone like the wind… just like that. The brunette and I make our way to the Davidsons’ manor in the dead of the night, the feel of the rush making us numb against the bitter cold. Maia’s excitement towards our new mission is infectious, and I cannot help but have a spring in my step as well while we run. When we arrive at a familiar spot near the gatehouse, the memories instantly come back to me— this was where I was when I hid myself from one of Davidson’s men the night I stole these earrings… To give to my sister as a gift. While I am preoccupied with my thoughts, Maia thoughtlessly walks through the bushes just as I hear the clunking of metal from afar. Panicked, I pull her back by the arm and cover her mouth, making her narrowly escape the sight of a patrolling knight. I keep my hand over her mouth and her back pressed against my chest as we wait for the knight to leave. Although I apologize to the brunette for unexpectedly grabbing her, t'was fortunate that she had not thrashed
For the next few weeks… “Holy mother of all the gods,” I speak under my breath as Severin and I make our way back to the pit house, trembling in the cold as the light of the full moon guides our way through the dark forest. A gust of wind blows by. “It is freezing!” “A-at least we were able to bring the next batch of goods to that village,” the green-haired man replies, putting down the crate he is carrying to pull the sides of his cloak over his chest in an attempt to warm himself. “Do you think that village will be able to find it, unlike the last one we disseminated these goods to?” Another strong gust of wind suddenly blows by, making me stop in my tracks. Ugh… I am starting to dislike the cold now, too. “W-we literally put the sacks in the middle of the village for everybody to find,” I reply, suppressing a shiver. “No need to fret, for I know that these p-people will get those goods— just like the others have. They will have enough to get through Winterfylleth, and so will t
“Bah, I am an idiot…” I tell myself, remembering the events that transpired yestermorn. By any means, I did not expect the brunette to pull off something like that during our spar, hence, despite my confusion, I let my emotions get the better of me. We have a goal to accomplish, Maia! D-do not give me any more reasons to fall deeper in love with you! “Not only did I ruin what could already have been an acceptable relationship, but I also made things more baffling between us,” I mumble to myself, watching my feet sink into the damp dirt as I walk behind Maia through the dark forest. I start grumbling. “Why is my life full of problems?” Although she had not really said anything about what had happened during our night raid, I know this has to be affecting her in some way. Who, in heavens, would not feel utterly uneasy towards the person who simply admitted their feelings to them out of nowhere? I look over to the brunette, who is now way ahead of me and marching all the way back to t