𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

★𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱★

꧁༺꧁☬꧂༻꧂

Thoughts, painfully loud, running across the young girl's mind, force Davina to get out of her little paradise of her room and make her way outside. Sun, shining brightly on the sky and birds flying around make the day look as beautiful as it can be.

As Davina continues walking down the hill, a sea of flowers replace a the clay road, leading to an old, small cemetery behind the village. Gates, leading into a small city of infinite repose, opening and closing themselves, making a squeaking noise as a gentle wind plays with them.

There, far from others, lays a grave, overgrown by all kinds of plants and a tree sheltering it from the sun to not let its streaks cover the place in their warmth.

Davina comes to the grave with a sad smile on her lips. "Hello mom. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Her sweet voice spreads all over the quiet place. Davina keeps her gaze on the grave as if waiting for her mother to suddenly appear and respond to her. She laughs to herself as she shakes her head. What a silly thought that is.

The youngster sits on the ground with a low sigh. "Mom, I need your help. I wish you could be here to tell me what to do." Davina takes a deep breath before she continues. "I am getting lost." She confesses as she looks at the gravestone, where is written: 'In loving memory of Gwendoline Adler.'

The poor girl does not remember much from her past with her mother. All she remembers is that fateful day when her mother was brutally taken away from her for good.

March 23th 1856

The village is covered in the black gown except for one house, where a single flame of a candle is dancing, giving the room some source of light. A woman, in her late thirties, is sitting next to a bed, where a small child, not older than ten, is covered in a blanket with her eyes wide open.

The clock on the nightstand is showing quarter past ten, yet the baby girl does not show any hint of tiredness. Her mother told her, yet again, one of the many stories she had made up, always entertaining the small child.

Finishing the story, Gvendoliene takes the small tray, where the candle is placed, and stands up while kissing the kid's forehead, wishing her goodnight. As the woman was ready to leave the room, a small voice makes her turn to her child again. "Mommy?"

"Yes, my dear?" The mother asks while leaning against the door frame. "Can you do the magic trick again please?" Gwen chuckles softly. "All right. But then you will go to sleep, deal?" The child nods her head with an excited smile spreading from ear to ear.

Gwendoline comes to the bed, putting the candle on the nightstand again. She puts her hands together and closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath. As she opens her eyes again together with her hands, a light comes out of them, making all kinds of patterns and figures in the air.

A happy giggle escapes Davina's lips, her eyes sparkling with wonder and amazement as small rabbits were running around her. At that time, she did not know, what consequences this little favor of hers will bring.

Suddenly a loud knock was heard followed by a loud yelling of villagers. Gwendoline looks at her child, worry written all over her face. "Stay here Davina, and under any conditions, do not leave this room, okay?"

The child nods her head. Gwen smiles at her before going down to open the door. To her surprise, she sees a crowd of people from the village, with torches and pitchforks, yelling assaults at the poor confused lady.

Gwendoline sees a familiar face of James Hillman, the mayor of the village, standing at the head of the whole madness.

"What is going on here?" She asked the mayor with worry and slowly rising anger.

"You see, Gwen, I have got numerous complaints about you being suspected of the practice of witchcraft." He explains calmly.

The woman's eyes widen in horror. She never used her powers around people. The only people who know about it are Nora and-

Gwen's heart stopped. Her eyes landed on a man, in his thirties, grinning at her. "Why Harry?" She breathes out, a tear rolls down her rosy cheek. James looks at Gwen, regret slowly rising inside of him.

Harry comes to the mayor and points at Gwen. "I am more than sure I have seen her." He says sternly. "I hope you are not going to throw into danger tens of people just because of your little issue." Harry whispers to James. The mayor nods slowly. "Very well. Take her." He ordered as two men come to Gwendoline.

"No! Please! I am innocent! Listen to me!" Gwendoline pleaded as the men were taking her away, the crowd following right behind them. But little did she know, that a certain little girl watched the whole incident from the window of her room.

Davina's eyes started filling up with tears, as she ran out of the room, completely forgetting the promise she gave to her mother not so long ago. Davina clumsily ran down the hill, more than determined to save her mother.

Gwendoline, not being aware of her child's plan, was tied to a pole, while the villagers were bringing logs under her. "James please! Let me explain! You know I would never hurt anyone!" "Silence, you witch!" Yelled a villager next to her. "We will not listen to your lies anymore!"

Gwendoline closes her eyes as she let silent tears run down her face. She knew deep down, that this was the end for her. Suddenly, she hears a voice, that she did not expect to hear at all.

"Mommy! Let her go!" Not so far from the woman, was her little girl fighting through the crowd, while stretching her petit hand out to her mother.

Gwendoline smiled sadly to herself. She knew she could not save herself. She was not strong enough. But she was more than thankful that God let her see her little angel for the last time. Gwen only wished that the conditions were different.

In the corner of her eye, she saw a man coming to Davina and with one move he knocked the small girl out. Honestly, Gwendoline was thankful that her child will not see her die. A loud voice of Harry brings her back from her thoughts.

"And now, send the demon back where it belongs to!" And just like that, they sent the logs on fire. Gwendoline looked up to the sky, filled with stars, while the fire was spreading underneath her. Gwen  smiled with tears running down her face as the fire grew. And as the morning came, the good witch was no more.