To Love a Celestial

Chapter One: Citrus and War

     There was an early morning chill in the air and a frost that blanketed the village. While the sun still slept for a few more precious moments, shop owners were already wide awake getting ready for another day.

     Lanterns flickered with the last bit of late night oil as the sun finally peaked over the frost-covered roofs. Shop owners busied themselves trying to race the rising sun. The fresh smell of baked bread, however, had already lingered through the market square. They knew that the market would soon be full of potential customers.

     Among the bustling crowd of light coats and vibrant autumn cloaks was a young woman who stood out with her bright red hair and fair skin. She pulled out a small piece of paper, scanning over items severely needed. The only problem was she had no clue where to even start with the shopping. She stepped into a small clearing after a few nasty stares were thrown her way, a wave of defeat was beginning to creep over her. However, that lull of disappointment soon turned into joy as the crowd parted slightly and the young woman's attention was caught by freshly cut flowers.

     "Excuse me how much for your Phlox?" The witch gave a small smile. A large bundle of soft purple Phlox was peeking out from beneath some sunflowers that were trying their damnedest to reach the sun.

     The florist popped his head up and gave a big smile that wrinkled the corners of his eyes. "Oh. I'm trying to get rid of those. No one has been wanting them this season."

     "I wouldn't feel right just taking them from you." The young woman protested. She began to search through her bag for a few coins, but the florist stopped her.

     "No need. You're the first to want them. Take as many as you please," he answered. He reached over took several and started to wrap them into a small bouquet.

     She frowned midway while handing him the coins. "Are you sure? I could trade you something then."

     The florist handed her the bouquet. "Why don't you tell me your name? I am curious about the one who has come looking for my Phlox."

     "Azrael." She stated, smiling.

     "Well, Azrael, it was a pleasure to meet you." The florist held out his hand. She returned the handshake and he pulled her gently towards him leaning down to whisper in her ear. "It's not every day you come across a witch." He winked, letting her hand go, and went back to tend to his other flowers.

     Azrael walked away, smiling. She marked off the flowers, leaving three other items on her list. All of which could be found at the local apothecary now if Azrael could find said apothecary. Her search, however, was cut short when a rather harsh-looking woman stood in her way.

     The woman deepened her frown and narrowed her eyes as she wrapped long bony fingers around Azrael's upper arm. Azrael tried pulling away but the woman's grip wouldn't budge. "I couldn't help but overhear you and the florist, and he seemed to think that you were a witch." A wave of cold fear washed over Azrael "But that couldn't be the case. You seem to be a smart girl and know that such magic is outlawed in the kingdom"

     Azrael swallowed hard, feeling her throat go dry. "You must have just misheard then." She tried pulling her arm away but the lady grabbed tighter. "Listen, I'm quite busy and should get going."

     "I'm sure you are. I just thought I'd come over and have a nice chat."

     "Thank you, but I'll be going now." Azrael finally was allowed out of the sickening grasp. She rubbed the sore area on her arm which was already a bright irritated red. She was certain it would bruise... "It was nice meeting you though."