Chapter 70

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Unora did her normal routine that she would every morning. She washed and got dressed as she did change into nightwear. She even brushed her teeth and applied makeup. After she was ready for whatever it was she was going to do, she went right into her workshop. She mixed different elixirs together to create many different potions. She would always try a bit of the potion first to make sure that it did what she wanted it to do, even if she knew the ingredients by heart. After her mixing spree she went into her library and studied her books for a while. After that she practiced with her fathers staff for the upcoming session she had with Amilia. Now that Amilia had an excuse to come and see her, they were better off. Her parents wouldn't ask her where she was or if she was alright. They could simply ask her if she was studying with Nora. It was so much better than making up some elaborate excuse every time, probably why Amilia had even said that in the first place. After using a staff for the first time in years, Unora went over and practiced her aim. She had a target and she would essentially blast spells at it. They would leave scorch marks behind. Unora seemed to scream a bit.

"It's not close enough!" She said frustrated. She tried again. "It's not powerful enough." Until, finally, she broke the target and out scattered particles that made the room all foggy. She made a light spell and held her hand up, trying to see. You think the particles would dissipate after several minutes, but they didn't seem to.

"Ophelia (oh-feel-e-a)?" She heard somebody say.

"Ophelia." She whispered. "I haven't heard that name since-"

"Ophelia, my child, what are you doing?" Unora turned around.

"It's you." She said. "Father."

"What are you doing?" He said moving forward to her. Then he said it one more time, "What are you doing?" Unora stepped back.

"What are you talking about?"

"All this." He said motioning all around. "So much anger, so much hate." He paused. "I did not teach you this."

"You are not here." She turned her back to him. Suddenly Unora was turned around in a furry to where she smashed against the ground.

"Ophelia Thalia Ashanti, how dare you turn your back to me."

"How did you-"

"Just because I am deceased does not mean I am gone. I am a warlock after all." There was silence for a moment while they stared at each other. "What in the galaxy do you think you are doing?" He said frustrated. "Do you not know the prophecy?"

"Of course I do." She said standing up.

"Really, and what is it?"

"Cordolia prophesied that the next chosen one would defeat the most powerful magic user of all time."

"I'm surprised you still remember."

"Really?"

"Don't sass me." He paused. "Why are you training her? Why not kill her and be done with it." Unora didn't speak. "She'll kill you."

"I can't." Unora said. "She reminds me too much of, of-"

"Of Lorelei, I know. But you must deal with her while you still have the chance." He knelt to her level and put his hand on her shoulder. "Believe me, Ophelia, I know the pain and dispute you must feel. But you must make a decision, do you want to live or take a gamble to see a person who only looks like Lorelei."

"That's the thing!" She said looking to him. "I don't need to kill her, by draining her energy, I grow more powerful, and she grows weaker. By training her, I can use her to my advantage. She doesn't need to die."

"That is an offsetting road." He said looking to her. "Cordolia put us witches in place, she defeated the mighty king Ace Adonis. The most powerful magic user of his time, if you recall, he knew Cordolia, after all you were there. She was even in his kingdom. We don't need a repeat, and you are one of the last witches who learned powerful magic. I don't think any other magic royalty survived. So watch your moves carefully."

"I can't kill her." She said, "My little Lorelei, she, she was so precious."

"You must move on." He sat down next to her. He pulled her in close and gave her a hug. "I do not want to see you waste your life away. You moved on once, I'm sure you can do it again."

"Not this time, not any longer." She looked over to him.

"Then you will perish in the process, why couldn't you have done this earlier, when the chosen one didn't exist."

"I wasn't powerful enough."

"Sure you were, you could have taken over their kingdom, especially during the war, they were vulnerable and distracted." He got up and turned around. "You have made too many mistakes, Ophelia. You could have taken over the Market, created equality and teached a new set of witches, and then when the chosen came around there would be more than one powerful witch, eliminating you from the equation."

"I go by Unora now."

"You will always be my Ophelia." He quickly disappeared from her view. Unora looked all around trying to find him. But suddenly something came out of a fog, something that she had feared. Out came a figure of Amilia, her eyes glowed an orange color and her sword was drawn. The figure walked powerfully up to Unora and Unora quickly drew her own weapon, her fathers staff. The clanged weapons for what could seem like a lifetime. Amilia was so powerful, every hit she took only unbalanced Unora, causing her to slip and fall, even trip. Her eyes balled up as the figure came closer. Unora was sitting on the floor, with no weapon. And as if without warning she seemed to be struck through the heart. All she did was look at the figure with tears coming down her face. Not only was she scared, but she refused to believe it. Then as if it were a dream the figure and haze disappeared within a gust of wind. She sat on the floor and felt her chest.

"My sweet little darling, Lor-Amilia, she would never, she can't- I won't let her."

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