The Witch and The Blind Princess

The blessings of the goddess.

a.n: sorry for the late update! I'm trying to give a better and good finishing! btw, this is a fantasy story, the word and characters of gods and goddesses are only implied in this fantasy story. it didn't imply the real world. or the real history of some goddess' characters...

I thought I want to write another two chapters. The ending, and the epilogue. But I guess, I want to try conveying it from Medeia's pov. After this, it will be truly two last chapters.  So yeap. take care, and see you again! thank you for staying. I hope I can be a better writer in the future. :)

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-MEDEIA POV-

Haidee is kneeling next to me. She's brought water and a cloth, and she's washing the blood and dirt off my skin. Her hands are gentle as if she were washing a delicate newborn baby rather than a corpse.

Little by little, she kissed every part of my skin, allowing her lips to linger longer on each part of my delicate skin. As if to express how much she feels for me. How much she yearns for me.

Tears fall down my skin. It was warm and remorseful wetness.

I hate it. I hate to see the hyacinths cry. I hate that it cried again because of me. Wait. No. I love it when she cries for me, but not for this reason. Now, it hurt my soul to the level that it suffocated me.

But then, why am I still here? Shouldn't I leave the world? Why is my soul still stuck here? Or was it because I was too evil that I didn't deserve to perish right away? That was the first question I asked myself when I noticed that my soul was still stuck in this world. Though, I don't mind it at all. At least, I can still see her.

At least, that's what I thought.

"Medeia. How could you possibly abandon me? How cruel are you until the end?" Her voice is bitter with grief as she caressed my hair. 'Haidee, I'm here. I'm here with you.' I whispered as I lowered down my eyes, feeling guilty.

She began to cry as she lifted me onto the bed. Carefully, and gently.

I, was just behind her, following her, to wherever she ought to bring me.

My body sagged because the room temperature was warm, or perhaps it was the heat from Haidee. The stench of a dead body will soon be present.

Even so, Haidee appears unbothered.

Instead, she cradles me in her arms all night and pressing my cold hands to her mouth. "You are my whole existence. So tell me, how could I live without you?" She said this with a solemn smile on her face.

"Don't worry, my love. I will be with you soon." She said as she took a glimpse at a small bottle with the darkest red liquid on it. "Soon. After I seek revenge against those, who snatched you from my arms."

Her voice was low, but the hatred in her eyes was all too familiar. It was as if I were witnessing Romulus' obsession with regaining Einar.

No. Haidee. It will not end well. I said, but there's no way she could listen to me. There was nothing I could do to get my hands on the love of my life.

When I tried to touch her, I felt as if the flames were engulfing my entire being.

Despite this, I kept going. I stopped trying when I felt my soul was slowly vanishing. In my thought, I should be patient. After all, it's better to see her, accompany her, rather than disappear forever.

Though, it hurt me. Truly hurt me. It hurt me to see her weeping for me. But out of my selfishness, I still stayed. To watch her. To look after her.

The longing for her has hollowed me out like hunger. She was right in front of me, but she was out of reach.