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— Stella, my love, come eat! Said Hucral.
The witch had not slept all night yet. And it wasn't because she tried again. But the nightmares were stronger. As always.
— Meow!
To clear her head, she decided to do a spring cleaning and then prepare lunch.
— On the menu, salmon croquette with crushed eggshells and parsley, she says to her while placing her plate next to her table. As for me, caesar salad. Bon appétit!
Silence filled the room and Hucral was struggling to eat, once again. She was looking at the chair on the other side of her table where she sat 100 years ago. She waited patiently for her reincarnation, so that they could taste as much as they wanted. She was looking at her kitten, which became a beautiful cat.
— When you think about it, you're the only person I've ever saved in my life...because even her, I didn't save. Like every time.
She stopped talking and tears were running down her cheeks. Nothing was heard but her tears poured out on her plate.
The rest of the afternoon, she returned to the village to help people finish reconstructions. Today, the two species have come together to ensure that what happened a century ago does not happen again. Moreover, the news of the arrival of the scythe of silence spread like a trail of powder on the continent. So fast that she begged them not to tell the world. At first, the vampire nation was afraid of her, especially since Hucral had not done his job by telling them that she had killed the king and queen. But over time, they finally saw her other face and are all grateful that she helped them rebuild the villages. However, no one visited her because they did not want to disturb her peace. Despite her sadness, she wore a mask for a century so that the inhabitants would not worry.
—There, it's over! She says while checking a child.
— Thank you, Madame Hucral, you saved us!
She just laughed and then left the village.
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— Stella, I'm home!
— Meow!
The cat comes to rub shoulders with her, happy that she is back. She smiles and looks at the time, 7 p.m.
— Decidedly, all you need now is the word, my darling. I'm going to make dinner for us.
Hucral hurriedly changed and began to cook. She cuts an egg in half, then chives, the pasta in the broth, and arranges the slices of meat.
—Tadaa! I made ramen for us. Here, your portion.
She pours some into her small plate and puts it in its usual place. This time, Hucral smashed his dish in record time, but still with a sad look.
— Do you think I'll make it today? She asked her, annoyed.
For the past forty years, Hucral had begun to forget the face of Lycair. So, she had decided to draw her face, her body, her hair, her whole person so as not to forget it as much as possible. And it worked, because she remembered the color of her hair, her length, her silky-looking hands. She could do everything, except her face. Even today, she is unable to do so.
— Damn, it annoys me!
She swung her brush across her room dedicated to her art, mad with rage.
— It's always the same thing, she said, sitting down on the floor.
A deathly silence settled in the house.
— I have just realized that I have not spoken her name since that day.
She brought her legs together against his chest and whispered.
— Ly-cair.
Hucral's eyes widened, tears streaming down her sweet face. She never thought that saying it out loud would make her want to cry until she died. She curled up even more and cried hotly, thinking of herself.
— If only I had decided not to listen to her, none of this would have happened. It's all my fault. If only I hadn't killed her when we first met, she might have died in peace.
She felt like she had ants all over her body, she felt paralyzed.
— If only I hadn't been born, everything would be perfect.
Hucral began to breathe faster and harder and harder, she was shaking, blurred vision with a huge headache. Her tears intensified.
— If only...
"If only".
This word had invaded Hucral's mind.
Again and again.
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HIIIIII. I hope you're well and that this chapter was more for you. If you have any suggestions, don't hesitate as long as it's constructive!😆
Kisses my witches and take care.🧙♀️🫶
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An Eternity of Nihility
FantasyHucral is a thousand-year-old witch who is immortal. She and her mother have explored galaxies together. But after an incident, Hucral found herself all alone. During her travels, she crossed paths for the first time - but not the last - with a very...