Cursed

Chapter 5 - Healing

Picture above: Natalie Dormer who plays The Enchantress.

Evangeline and Alexander had been walking for so long that it was once again night. Haunting shadows were cast upon the ground, and everything was eerily quiet.

"I'm beginning to wonder if you're leading me to my doom" Alexander joked, but he received nothing in reply.

The leaves on the trees rustled in the breeze, Alexander's alert eyes darting this way and that. Danger lurked within the darkness, danger in which Alexander was yet to learn of.

Evangeline held up her now ring clad hand, and signalled Alexander to stop. Her head slowly turned from side to side, as she studied her surroundings.

Then there was silence, not an owl hooted, nor a twig snapped...nothing.

Alexander opened his mouth to speak but suddenly the wind picked up once again, rustling the leaves on the trees.

She had arrived.

"Evangeline" a strong voice spoke from behind them. Alexander turned only to be met with darkness, and a pair of glowing green eyes.

A shiver ran down his spine. "Enchantress" Evangeline bowed, as a beautiful woman emerged from the shadows.

Her eyes locked with Alexander's, a brow rising, "and who might this be?"

"Alexander, Prince of Aurora" he responded, her green eyes narrowing in hatred.

"Your King is a pathetic excuse for a human" she hissed before turning to Evangeline, "why have you brought him here?"

Her head hung low, eyes trained upon the ground until she finally worked up the courage to look the witch in the eye, she was not to be played with.

"We need your help" Evangeline explained, "we must get to purgatory."

"I have offered you my help earlier this week, is once not enough?" The enchantress questioned, glancing down at the emerald pendent hanging around Evangeline's neck.

Evangeline prayed that the enchantress wouldn't elaborate, but her prayers when unanswered when the witch opened her mouth.

"You asked me where you truly belonged, who your heart belonged to, and I gave you my assistance."

Alexander's brows furrowed, glancing at Evangeline. The girl avoided his gaze, cheeks burning a bright crimson.

That was why she had returned to him seconds after Amelia had been slain. It was impossible for his heart to love again, Amelia would forever be the one that he truly desired.

"Then it is I, who ask for assistance" Alexander spoke, piercing the silence. For the second time, the enchantress' gaze locked with his.

Although this time the look was not one of hate and disgust, but one of confusion and curiousness.

She tilted her head, examining him. "What could I possible assist you with?" she sneered, "you royals from Aurora have never shown my kind any mercy."

Alexander nodded his head, agreeing with her. It was true Xavier had hung, burnt and tortured many a witch throughout his life. He wouldn't be surprised if she did not help him.