A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

Verna's sister

The cottage was sat in the middle of a forest clearing, the trees looked like fingers reaching out to Verna. Trying to take her into woods. Verna sighed as she waved her hand, the trees moved away from her. The scent of break baked cookies filled the ear as Verna got closer to the cottage. Her wet skirt was made black with mud.

"Sage!" Verna yelled.

She then opened the door and the witch laughed as she saw her wet feet. Sage looked her up and down, and she smiled.

"Cookie?" Sage asked as she looked at Verna.
"Did you fall into the river?" She asked.

"No, the puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice." Verna whispered as she showed Sage her shoeless feet.

"Ah." She said. "I shall get you a change of clothes and perhaps some shoes."

While Verna might call Sage her sister, she was not by blood on either of the family side. She just called her it. It was true that Circe was Verna's only friend but this. . . this was different. She could not name it. It was. . .worship. That was the closest thing Verna knew what to call it.

"Sage I don't need a change of clothes." Verna says and her sister sighs.

"Fine." She said sitting back down at her table.

Verna looked up to Sage, She felt safe while She was with Sage. Even though she was only a hundred years older then the heiress herself.
Verna would not call this relationship a friendship because She only saw her once every two months for her pain relief for her periods.
Sage was a witch. Kind of fitting for her name.
She was not one of them witches from story books that eat children and had a house that can grow a pair of chicken legs.

"Verna Tansmia," Sage says. "You have blessed me this eve."

"Sage." Verna said.

"Fine, fine." She says waving her hands.

She was a pretty woman. Not high fae like the others, she was something different. Something older and crueler. Her eyes were in her hands. She had been cursed by a black
witch —a witch who had become so evil and done so much evil things that her heart itself has turned black—as a child after taking something from her. Her book of shadows. Her real eyes, were sown shut. But guessing from the ones on her hands they were an oil colour. Her long brown hair went down until the floor. It hurt every time she used her hands, so she just stoped cutting it.

"Tell me, Daughter of Spring." She hisses. "Your sent has changed."

"Daughter of Land."

That was what made them sisters. While Verna was a High Lords daughter, Sage was The Dark Mothers. Not like the High Priestesses, not like Circe who was born as a true daughter to the mother. Sage had been born to a different woman, a different Goddess. But all together the three of them shared a right to the land.

"Verna!" She yelled. "Your sent has changed! Like star light. Like an Artemis you smell like one of them."

"I did bed one." Verna say and a smile goes to her lips.

"Oh Nyx?" She asks. "Oh Verna that's why Your sent has changed, but that is high lord business not mine. I don't need to to but myself in that shit."

"Have you got what I come for?" Verna asked.

"Always." Sage says. "I will always leave a bottle out for you, sister."

Verna walked over to where she kept it, She looked at the dark liquid and smiled. Pain relief.

"Thank you Sage." Verna said.

Verna put four silver coins on the table in front of Sage. Sage ran her fingers over them before putting her hand up on the table so she could see me. The pain relief would normal cost five cold coins, but seeing that they were sisters -kind off- She always allowed Verna to have it for cheaper.

"Verna." Her mouth said. "Verna I fear you might need something else."

"Like what?"

She pointed to box, Verna walked over to it and pulled out what looked like tea.

"It helps." Sage says. "It's best you have some after you allow Nyx to finish inside of you."

"It's won't happen again." Verna whispered.

"Won't I?" Sage laughed before putting it into Verna's hand. "Take it. Just in case. Iv seen Nyx's face, I would let that man cum—"

"Sage. . .that's gross." Verna laughed. "What's is it? To stop children?"

"Some might say yes." She hiss. "Others might say no. But it's free."