Deviation

Chapter 1: The Separation

Shortly after I walked away from the public eye, secrets started to progressively transpire. Once upon a time, werewolves, witches, and humans lived in peace. They dwelled in a large beautiful forest which has trees with long branches, evergreen leaves and provisions of censorship from outsiders. Commerce and generosity between societies were common and appreciated. One day, humans planned to dominate the world by starting a vicious war because of greed that creeps in the depth of their souls. They felt that they belonged to a promised territory where they should be headed. They struck against the system through a revolution to be distinguished from other factions and declared superior.

These acts brutally destroyed almost all living things to expand their conceited empire. This is when the witches stepped in and chased away humans from their land, to create a safe atmosphere for mystical creatures. The worlds that seemed collided were built to fall apart. Armed conflicts terrorized everyone as gunshots were fired and bombings destroyed the witch academies and wolf's dens. Some humans were bit and killed by werewolves as a warning to back off.

Sadly, when the interest of imperialism fogged the people's minds, the witches took charge to end the attacks on their lands after casting a set of cloaking spells. Afterwards, witches were able to protect their magical land from hostilities such as mundane humans, banishing them from ever coming back. Until today, I still remember the history of this community and the reasons that led me to leave.

I remember there was an artistic family, from a small town in Pennsylvania, who lived modestly. My friend Rosa vigorously enjoyed her life as she tinted whatever pleased her. Her masterpieces made her a dreamer. Her mother Dolores named her Rosa because she was laid upon a bed of roses when she was born. When Dolores was young, she studied witchcraft in an asylum where she met then befriended fellow witches Clint and Delia. They progressively craved black magic whilst Dolores decided to remain pure. One day, Clint and Delia were summoning spirits, but, Dolores was not tolerant to such act so she zapped them in an attempt to stop them. Furiously, they both casted a curse on her that will turn her descendants into frogs on the night of every full moon. Ever since that horrible day, Dolores never spoke to them again and kept quiet about this incident. Rosa spent hours locked in her room to finish paintings she was ought to put out into the world.

One day, when I visited her, Rosa told me: "my colleagues mock me for being insightful while they party and get wasted. I despise my village because it is too provincial. The lifestyle and farming skills are unsettling here. If I am going to find my inner peace, I must seek a place where I belong".

Every single member of her family thought that their bond was marvelous and that they had a good standard of faith. This understanding revealed false indulgence and a wrong sense of deity. The werewolves who remained from the aftermath of the detrimental war, parted to a small bayou on the west side of the forest to reside in peace under the protection of the witches. In desperation to claim back their regional power, Maverick, the alpha of the pack, drew a pentagram in the sand, poured drops of his blood, and scattered grains of salt across the sigil. He needed to summon one of the progenies of Dolores, who, were made into outcasts like him, in order to strike a bargain. The only progeny alive is Rosa. Only she can find the means to continue the help that her mother provided to the wolves a long time ago. The terms of their agreement stated that Maverick will give her information about her mother's disappearance in exchange for minimizing Delia's and Clint's influence.

After sealing the deal with the werewolves, Rosa had many questions flickering in her mind such as: "How can I feel free when my prospective supporters pin me down? How can forthcoming be authentic if everyone was decisive to blindly follow an ignorant bliss?" Hopefully, Rosa might find answers to her constant questions in a welcoming place. Once on a dark night, she asked for my advice.