𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

Chapter 38

Third-Person POV.

The book was heavy, and it gave the queen such an ominous feeling. She hated it, she despised it, she wanted to throw the book away, but her hands gripped unto it tightly as her frantic eyes scanned the pages. The queen felt that she was doing a sin greater than murder, that surely the moon goddess would punish her for even thinking about this kind of magic. She could only hope that the creator would understand her reasons, that she had to think of a way to heal her sister, and if she had to commit a sin to do it, she will.

Her fingers were shaking as she turned the page. Sweat dripped down her neck, and her lips grew dry. Her heart screamed against her chest, and the tinnitus in her ears would not leave her alone. The queen was in no place to continue her investigation, she was distraught, she was anxious, and her body was trembling. The feared queen of witches and wizards, Weiss Hudson, was scared. But so was her sister, and the thought of it prevented the queen from stopping for even a second.

Her mind was all over the place, confused, puzzled, and bothered. Many questions rose, and since she was alone, she only had herself to make sense of this situation. Unfortunately, she had no time to search for answers, her main priority was to find a spell, any spell that could potentially wake her dearest sister.

As her eyes skimmed through the book, and her mind easily understanding each word of Latin, she was beginning to feel more despair than ever. For there was no single healing spell in the book, nothing. There was not one positive spell in it either, everything she read was a formula for destruction, chaos, torture, and death. None of which was needed to save Willow.

Then again, this was to be expected. Dark magic came from pure evil for a reason. Perhaps Weiss held out hope, but as she sat, frozen, on the bed, perhaps a better word to describe her was naive. The queen of witches and wizards being called naive? Why not? For it was a more polite word than the one repeating in her mind.

I'm such a fucking dimwit! Stupid! Absolutely stupid! Of course everything is for destruction, of course it is! It's dark magic, you imbecile! Her thoughts roared in her mind.

With her brows furrowed, and her mind repeatedly berating herself, she angrily closed the book and returned it in its original hiding place. "What an absolute waste of my fucking time." She muttered under her breath as she stood up and began pacing around her grandmother's room.

As she paced, her mind began to walk in circles as well, hoping to salvage what little sanity the queen had.

Pure magic cannot heal wounds from dark magic, that much has been explained to me. However, if that's the case then what can? What can counter the effects of dark magic?

She ran a hand through her hair, and came up with no answer. "Fuck! This is why dark magic is forbidden! Ugh!" She swore loudly.

Wilma and Wendy have warned Weiss about this, about the dangers that were attached with dark magic from using it, from seeing it, from being attacked by it, and from even thinking of it. Dark magic, in one way or another, will find its way to torment you. In Weiss' case, for her to be freed from this insanity, she only had to ignore the thought of dark magic. After all, this was what she's been doing all this time, and it was what the previous rulers of her kingdom did as well.

The previous rulers have all chosen to simply ignore the existence of dark magic. This did not mean that they did not care for the book, no, this meant that they hid the book so well, that they were able to live and rule without worrying about it too much. Unfortunately, this case did not apply to the current queen, it used to, but not anymore.

With a defeated sigh, Weiss grabbed the syringe and walked towards the door. However, before her hand could touch the doorknob, she caught a glimpse of a photo on her grandmother's desk. The queen was usually not a nosy person, and she always kept to her own business, thus, she made sure to respect her grandmother's privacy, even in her death. However, as her eyes scanned the single photo on the desk, she couldn't help it, her feet dragged her towards it.