Last Song

3. Scar

Filia woke up as soon as the sun reached her eyes. She was still devastated that she was to not to leave their home starting today until she dies. She kind of hopes that death greets her before boredom does which is most unlikely.

She got up and looked at her dress that was now a mess, she remembers not changing as soon as her mother dismissed her to her room, all she did was muter incoherent words, cry, mutter, and cry again. Who wouldn't if they had to stay in a small area instead of exploring the greatness of the world?

She headed for the kitchen after a nice bath and a quick peek to see if her mother was around. When she found no signs of her, she quickly dashed to the cupboards to pig out on the cookies she had made a while back. She didn't get to eat dinner last night and she was hungry.

As soon as she opened the lid to the jar of delicious chocolate chip cookies, out of nowhere, Peter barked behind her causing her to jolt.

"You" she said between munches. "You little scaredy-dog. You didn't help me at all last night" she bended down and started to pinch it's furry white cheeks. "Suffer."

Yes, Filia is a bit of a sadist.

Peter fought to get out and a little bite just did the trick. He scurried away to the front door and excited on the small pet door built for him. Filia stood up, not minding the bite.

"Wait." she headed to the same door "Last time I recalled even Peter can't get out." She extended her hand and touched the door's frame. "Did it get weaker? Or..." she trailed and landed her hand on the doorknob, with a twist, it opened.

"It's open." she said in a surprise "It's open!" she shouted, quickly covering her mouth before she shouts louder and alerts her mother wherever she is.

She bolted towards the twisted prickly vines that she considered the doorway to freedom. She didn't mind that she was barefooted or if she only got to eat one cookie, all that matters is that her mother screwed up as much as she did yesterday and that'll allow her to get out of the place.

Well go out until her mother lifts her dreaded curse, or so how she puts it.

She stopped, her heart was beating mad, she only had to sing to get out. And she was good at that, better even. She closed her eyes, pictured the thorny vines opening, hummed a soft tune and started to sing.

"Sun hear my voice and listen to my plea

Come and guide this maiden's life

Heed my desires and I will follow

Your every need, o fire"

She opened her eyes that was filled with hope but to her dismay the vines didn't budge one bit.

"You think I'll be that stupid to forget?" her mother piped behind, holding a laughing fit. "You should have seen your face filled with disappointment. It was almost identical to mine when I look at you."

She grunts, she couldn't get out and she was burned by an oldie. Great.

"Well this day is absolutely perfect" she said, dragging herself to the porch.

"Getting a little bit good at sarcasm I see"

She grabbed her shoes, the ugly ones she made sure, she might as well ruin them more since she has nowhere interesting to go. She headed towards a small pond, shoes in hand, and dipped her dirty feet cleaning it. Her refection showed in the clear water, she did not change at all throughout the years. She still have those soft dark brown eyes that glistens when the sun shines through them, the same dark brown hair that's parted from the right side and natural pouting lips that needed not of any red paint, the only thing that did change was her skin tone that got a bit darker. She was beautiful as many say, and it was never a lie.

"What, Staring at that ugly face of yours again?" Her mother said, appearing right next to her.

She groans putting on her worn-out shoes "We look alike. So that implies on you too." and walks away, far from her roasting mother.

Her mother laughs at her retreating figure, admiring the fact that no matter how much her daughter grows, she could still look for something to make fun of.

Filia heads towards a flock of ducks that waddled away from a certain dog that's having fun chasing them. Their place was just like that of a painting, a comfy little cottage located at the center of an enchanted place hidden deep in the woods; flowers of variety bloom everywhere making bees buzz happily from the wonderful assortment, a large tree that shaded a good part at the right side of the grassy floor, under it is a pond connected to a small stream so still and clean where fishes swim and other animals, who behaved themselves much better than the humans, drink. It was never a boring sight for Filia.

But that doesn't mean she want's to stay here forever.

But she knows too well of her mother's motive; it was not for her to feel like she's been imprisoned or shut out from the world, rather it was there to keep her safe. Her mother told her they were special, and even though she was never told why, she believed it seeing their scar was different from the other witches-though she never actually met another witch-the images of the textbook her mother lend her was enough to prove it.

Her mother never would want to hurt her, everything is there to keep her safe. And she must trust that.

She stopped and just stood. She looked around her; how Peter was happily running to every direction, how the ducks now swam in the pond to relax, how the fishes were casually swimming around in circles, and even how the wind blew in a direction it wanted. They're all doing what they desire. They all free to do what they please.

And there she was, lost in place, trapped for her own safety.

She sighted and went straight to the house, she didn't want to be outside, not right now. She headed straight to her room and laid down, face flat and limbs spread on her bed.

"To think a human child said having powers seems a whole lot fun" Fila said changing positions. That's right, she remembered hearing a kid tell his mother those words, she was even amused by the sour face his mother gave him in return. "Kid, if you could just see me right now, you're awfully wrong!" she ended mid-scream.

She closed her eyes, maybe a little sleep could sooth her a bit, forget about her situation even. How untrue was that. But she was willing to do it, truth be told, she was willing to do anything to let time pass, because if it was one of those normal days that may not happen again, she would be helping her mom do some chores to earn points so she could go out again. So she could explore again. And maybe find out why she actually hate the humankind so much even if she's hardly ever around them.

Well, they did started a revolution against the witches once which lead to bloodshed but somehow ended in peace, which the humans broke when they started killing witches again, and therefore the reason why the witches are in hiding right now, resulting to her current condition.

But either than that, she was clueless why.

Filia twist and turned and twist and turned in an attempt to find the most comfortable way to sleep in because, to be honest, she really doesn't want to sleep yet. She's an adventurer, not a sleeper. Well, maybe she sleeps a lot but she doesn't want that now. But she's got no choice, it's rather sleep or do chores with nothing in return- aside from her mother taking care of her to live.

In the midst of sleep she remembered something. Something strange, something she believed was impossible-she believed a lot of things were impossible, for example getting her mother to praise her for how fine of a lady she turned out to be or explaining to her on how sometimes she could be right and not always wrong, but this is something even her mother told her was not possible and hence impossible.

She got up ran towards the wooden bookshelf filled with books that her mother gave her to study at the right side of her room close to the door. Her eyes scanned to every book swiftly but surely.

"That doesn't add up" she said perplexed "His scar. It's similar to ours".