The Witch's Love ( Book I of The Witch Duology )

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"But love me for love's sake, that evermore

Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity."

-If Thou Must Love Me

Sonnet 14

Sonnets from the Portuguese, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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The sky was overcast with dark clouds. It did not look as if they intended to rain. They seemed symbolic as to the chaos that was ravaging the city of Hazelwood.

Every person, everything in the palace looked as if they were never meant to exist. An unseen air was gulping down everything that came on its way as it spread its destructive fingers throughout the kingdom.

My mother held me tightly in her arms as we sat hiding in some corner of the horse stable. The place was empty except for a white horse that remained tied. It kept neighing and violently pulling onto its rope, evidently willing to be freed. We couldn't find my father. In the back of my mind, I knew his fate had been sealed like the others. Yet, I had hope.

We heard as we ran in here that the Priests of the Church were soon to arrive to free us of this sudden, unwelcomed darkness.

In a brief flicker of the light, we saw the neighing horse had finally managed to tear up its rope by its constant pulling. It ran through the shed and broke through the closed door. The sound of it hooves damped out gradually. We heard the thunder roar.

Later, I used to blame the fleeing horse every morning I woke up for what happened next all because of that broken door.

My mother whispered to me that I should keep sitting here until she comes back with some help. My mind then was not matured enough to think and predict sanely. I did as I was said, unknown to the future that she was never going to come back.

I kept my eyes intact on the door as the silhouette of my mother walked cautiously out into the danger outside. That was my final vision of her.

I closed my eyes tightly to chuck out the sleep trying to intoxicate my senses and reopened them to see a small figure standing in front of me. I kept staring.

The little figure walked into the dim light of the bulb. She was a girl of almost the same age as that of mine, maybe exactly the same. She smiled at me and kneeled down.

She had brown eyes and long curly hair that was tied into a braid.

"I was hiding here." She whispered. "They are about to catch and punish my mother."

I blinked. 'They? How many are there?"

"Many!" She looked excited.

"Are they the ones who are responsible for all this?" I asked, my heart started to fill with fears, there were many! And my mother was outside, probably alone!

The girl shook her head matter-of-factly, "No. Everybody is looking up to them for help."

I frowned, "Huh?"

"I am talking about the Church men."

My head begun to spin, "Why the Church would punish your mother? Aren't they supposed to find and stop the..." My childish heart had feared to take the name openly.

The smile that had always haunted me in my dreams was first seen then.

"The Witch?" The girl said proudly, "She's my mother."