The Planet of Darkness

Chapter 11

"What do you mean?" I ask Desdemona, shock at what she is saying.

"I'm sorry, Princess Carol, but I am afraid I can't tell you much more than that," Desdemona blushes.

I cross my arms over my chest and ask, "Why is that? I command you to tell me."

"Because I don't know!" Desdemona snaps then apologies, "Oh, forgive me, Princess! I am terribly sorry."

"Why don't you know? You're a witch. You have to know, it's your job."

"None of us do. Even Fallo doesn't quite understand, she only knows that something bad is going to happen to this planet. Normally, she can see everything but not this. It is truly dark and evil, Princess. I am afraid of what this could be, we are all afraid. We been trying to create a new witch for the past three hundred years to protect us against this evil."

"Then why don't Fallo stay until she destroys whatever the presence evil is?" I ask her.

"Because, Princess Carol, the thing is going to happen once Fallo is dead. There is no preventing it, no way to stop it with Fallo being here; she has to be dead. Don't you understand?"

"Does my father know about this?" I ask her even though I already know the answer to it.

Desdemona shakes her head, "Only you know about this, Princess."

"Why only me?" I ask her. Normally my father and mother knows everything before I do. The fact that I know something they don't know, is chaos.

"I'm afraid to tell you this, Princess Carol," Desdemona answers and looks away from me.

"Tell me, Desdemona. I need to know."

Desdemona looks back at me and sighs, "I know you do. You are of great importance, Princess, you have a great destiny and I hope you are ready to face it."

"I am ready, Desdemona," I tell her, even though I am not positive that I really am ready to face any kind of destiny.

"You're not, Princess. I can see it in her eyes. You're debating right now whether or not that you are ready."

Wow, she's good, "You're right. But, I do know that it doesn't matter if I am ready or not, I have to face it."

Desdemona smiles proudly at me, "You have always been very wise, Princess. I shall tell you that soon you will face a task much greater than you have ever faced before; you will stand alone among many, one friend will end you, one enemy will aid you, and darkness will not be seen."

I blink at Desdemona in confusion, "What does all of that even mean?"

Desdemona laughs, "The funny thing is even I have no idea. I'm just as confused as you are."

"Well, great. Now what?" I ask her.

"You need to go home, your mother is looking for you and is about to send the dragon. I, on the other hand, is watching this pot and making sure our new witch arrives here in a safe matter."

I nod at Desdemona, "Goodbye, Desdemona. I appreciate your help."

Desdemona bows then show me my way out. Once outside, she closes the door behind me. I think of only her words and what my destiny could be. Am I afraid? Extremely. I am afraid for my planet and the creatures that lives here. However, even though I am afraid, I will show only bravery. Right now, my planet needs a leader, a hero. Not a weak vampire. I will be brave for my planet and for my creatures.

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Desdemona peeks through the window and watches as Princess Carol takes off in a run toward the castle. Out of sight, Desdemona lets the curtain go and it goes back to its proper place, covering the whole window. She walks to the enormous pot and checks in the witch-to-be.

"Oh, hurry up, will you? We've been waiting for three hundred years to meet you. The least you could do is show up," Desdemona says to the figure inside the boiling pot.

At once, the smoke inside the pot turns into a dark red and the liquid starts to boil over the pot. Desdemona watches in amazement as a figure stands up from inside the pot. The new witch! She has long red hair, eyes as black as coal, and her nude body is super white compared to the darkness around her. Beside her black eyes, she could easily be mistaken as an angel, a creature that humans from Planet Earth used to worship.

The new witch stretched one arm over her head and snaps her fingers: dark fog surrounds her body like a tornado, when the fog disappears the new witch is in a long red dress and white gloves.

She didn't even need a wand, Desdemona realizes, startled by the powers this witch has control over. Even Fallo can't do a spell without a wand.

Fallo. If this witch is here, then that means that Fallo is dead and that time has started up again.

"Welcome!" Desdemona greets the new witch, "My name is Desdemona and I am the second oldest witch. You are the youngest, please, tell me your name."

The new witch looks down at Desdemona and answers, "Daeva." Her voice sounds static and raw.

"What a lovely name!" Desdemona says with a smile, "Our oldest sister, Fames, should arrive shortly. When she arrives, we can tell you all about the history of witches, why we made you, and your purpose." Deava spits on the floor next to Desdemona feet. Desdemona frowns and says, "Now, now, that wasn't very nice at all. We may be witches but we are respectable witches."

"I know all the history of this planet, I know all about the creatures, and I know all about your dearest Fallo! I will be the new leader! I will rule this planet and I will destroy anyone who gets in my way!" Daeva yells at the top of her lungs then points at Desdemona, "Starting with you!"

"Calm down. You're frightened when there is no need to be."

Flames form in the palms of Daeva's hands. She pushes her palms towards Desdemona, allowing the flames to be pushed against her palm and into the direction of Desdemona. Desdemona yelps and dodges the flames, but the flames catches the old spell books on fire. The fire spreads throughout the cabin and smoke filled Desdemona's lungs. Daeva laughs an evil, static laugh as she watches the whole cabin burn with her in it. She looks at the cabin door and the door burst open, allowing the smoke to escape. Daeva leaves the cabin with Desdemona still inside breathing in all the smoke.

Tears form into Desdemona's eyes as she lays on the floor having a coughing fit. All she can see is flames and smoke and her home being ruined. Everything she knows, all of her knowledge and memories are being destroyed by her and her sisters creation within minutes. She needs to escape.. she needs to move... she needs fresh air..

Instead, Desdemona passes out by the lack of oxygen.