MYSTIC WORLD

Can't leave

Abigail stayed quiet listening to the noise outside, but she was more concerned about what happened inside, when Micheal touched her and the way her heart was raising when he was close to her.

When the door opened and closed, she came forward, "Who are those sire?"

Micheal stopped and looked back at her. "That my mother, she's the leader of this town."

"Like a queen!?" Abigail asked taking a step at a time till she stood in front of him.

"Something like that, —but we don't have Kings and Queens here for a long time, after the war." He walked toward the chair and sat.

She followed him with her eyes. "What war?" She asked curious.

"This town used to be full of witchcraft long ago. They wanted a land of their own and enslaved everyone that was not of their bloodline." He wiggles his eyebrows and looks away.

"What happened." She moved closer and sat beside him.

"The elders of the town rose against them and eradicated them all. It was after their falling that the people realized their queen was also a witch. After that, the people decided not to have Kings and Queens anymore, only leaders."

"When was this? "

"Like two hundred years or more.
      That was why my mother was here, your arrival last night must have alerted everyone. Nothing like this has ever happened before. You made a grand entrance and it put everyone on the edge."

"Everyone?" she raised her lashes at him. "But you don't seem scared, — if anything you slept like a baby near a stranger. Why aren't you afraid." She sat up straight on the chair.

"I don't know," he leans in, placing his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together. "I guess am not just..."

"You live in a town that has been enslaved by magic," she interrupted him, "that means all you know is that magic is evil and you saw magic and brought her into your home, and yet you slept soundly?"

Michael laughed. "I did, didn't I? Now that you mentioned it, it is strange." He said with a smile.

Thinking within himself, how could he have slept soundly, and why wasn't he afraid — why did he even bring her here, why did he hide her from his mother?

But Micheal ignores all those questions.

"Where will you go now?"

Abigail looked around, "I don't know. But I must get out of here."

"How about you stay here for now." Micheal sat up straight and rested his back on the chair. "I will go into the village, get you something, and come back. I might take a little while; I don't want my mother to get suspicious of me."

Abigail looked away.

"Hey!" Michael tilts his head. "Will you be okay till am back?"

She got up and moved towards the window, turned her head to Micheal, and said. "I can't stay here."

"You can't go anywhere either, even if you want to go, you need to stay till nightfall so people will not see you, and you will also need a change of garment." He scans her body with his eyes. "This you're wearing will stand you out."

Michael stood up and moved closer to her.  
    "If anyone finds out that you are what came out from that thunder, you will be killed on the sport."

Concern was painted on his face like it was his duty to protect her. "So wait here. I have some food here, eat and drink... But no matter what you do, do not leave this place."