The Secret of the Shadow Princess

Chpt 3: Bloody Hell!

*Bloody Hell!*

Edited- 4/11/2013

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"Elizabeth, dear, could you make me a potion?" Grandma Cheryl's voice came from outside. Elizabeth groaned but did as Cheryl requested. "What kind?" She asked loudly, so her voice would reach to Cheryl's old ears. "A small healing one, dear, I found a poor Reazea (A/N Re-Ah-Zay-Ah) with a broken tail." Elizabeth groaned, Vicious creatures, she thought, remembering when she was seven and one had come up to her,  very angry, and decided to vent out it's anger on her small delicate hand. She had not being able to work, or move in general, because of it's poisonous fangs. Reazea's have a long thin tail and a small body of the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland but much more cuter. Reazea's eyes are usually a light orange yellow-ish colour and, again usually, have bright white bodies (fur). How stupid humans were when they produced movies and such stuff with magic while Shadow craft is basically magic? "Alright!" she called out and began her small journey to the Potion Making room, leaving her uneaten toast behind. Ever since Elizabeth came here, at the age of six, much had changed at Cheryl Podmore's residence. The once lonely cottage had became a bright, happy home filled with delightful memories. She looked at her hand, the one where the Reazea had bitten before, and saw the tiny white scar she had attained from the nasty bite. As she walked past the kitchen she couldn't help but smile when she saw the bright silver fridge have pictures she had drawn throughout the years, stuck onto it by a simple sticking potion. One of the only things she could not do is draw. 

She walked down the hall, admiring the pictures of the Shadow land, as she had once done when she came here for the first time. When she reached the door, which was jet-black, she touched the three golden diamonds in printed on it with her forefinger. The door opened, allowing access to the room she desired to go into. The smell of the shimmering potions that wafted in the air was a smell Elizabeth had gotten used to and loved. There was  dark wooden desks (which has a spell onto it to stop from melting or catching fire) all around the large room and there was the same dark wood shelves with different ingredients. Small vials with different coloured potions floated around the room. "Simple Healing Potion," Elizabeth stated clearly, "Desk One" she added because nothing moved. Ingredients for the potion moved towards one desk, along with a black cauldron. "Thank you" she said happily to no one in particular. She didn't need a silly potion book because she had memorized the potion, and many others as well. She mumbled the different ingredients names as she dropped them into the sizzling potion. Every time a new thing was added to the potion, small changes could be seen. She dropped a furry looking tail thing into the potion and it changed to a light aqua colour from the dark blue. She added another furry tail thing and the potion changed from aqua to a bright green."Done!" Elizabeth said happily, brushing her hands together. She put a glass vial on the top of the green potion, filling it. After she was done she clapped her hands and the potion disappeared while more glass vials appeared, filled with bright green liquid and floating. She took the vial she had just filled as she exited the room. "Are you done?" Cheryl's head appeared at the kitchen door frame. "Yes, here you go" Elizabeth was about to hand the healing potion to Cheryl but "Could you do it dear? I'm making lunch, jam sandwich, your favorite." Liz grumbled in a reply and headed outside to tend to the 'poor' animal. When she saw it she stopped dead in her tracks. There was no mistaking it, this Reazea was the one that had bitten her that day. It's body was shaped in a cats. It had a black fur coat and it's paws, feet and tail end were white. It's eyes were dark purple and most definitely not the usual orange yellow. It laid on a small old fluffy blanket on the grey porch that they used for the injured animals. The tail was all scratched and bloody, along with it's body. It seemed pathetic, but Elizabeth feared to go near it, the memories of the pain from the bite flashing in her mind. Cautiously, she neared it. It raised it's head, clearly aware of her presence.  She kneeled down in front of it, careful to keep her distance, and slowly poured the potion onto it's body and rubbed it in gently. After she was done she went to bring her hand back but the animal bit her hand. She screamed "BLOODY HELL!"

Even if she was concerned, Cheryl, as always, said "Language!" She came out and looked at Elizabeth's hand. "It bit me!" Elizabeth yelled, glaring at the animal which was licking it's paws. "Yes, I can see that" Cheryl replied sarcastically. "Come on, I'll wrap it up and you can put a potion on it later" Cheryl said, helping Elizabeth inside because the poison was kicking in. Once she bandaged the wound on her hand in the kitchen, she went outside. "No way" Elizabeth mumbled to herself "It's on the same damn hand!"

"Language, Elizabeth" Cheryl came back, holding something black and furry. The Reazea hissed at Elizabeth, who glared at it. "Why is it inside?" She asked, not at all politely, still glaring at the animal that had bitten her hand, not once but twice. "I brought it in" Cheryl said, oblivious of the nasty tone of Elizabeth's voice. "I can see that, but WHY did you bring it in?" she asked, keeping the same nasty tone. "Because it needs rest and it cannot go back to it's pack, for being different" Cheryl replied, feeding the animal some berries. Elizabeth grumbled, fully aware of why the little bitter couldn't go back to  it's family. You see,  Reazea's shun and disown a family member if it is different in appearance from all the others. Like this one, if a Reazea has a different colour (which is really rare) the mother leaves it, as well as the rest of the pack so it is left alone to fight and search for food. The little Reazea is deserted so it would try to find and follow it's family. And if it does that, the leader will attack it and most likely kill it. "It's a sad thing, you know, your family leaving you to die" Cheryl said as she patted the animals head, "but it isn't much different from us, Witches and Wizards, part of the Shadow Realm, and humans." Elizabeth looked down at her wounded hand. Yes, it was a terrible thing. Elizabeth never had a family, other than Cheryl, to love and care for, bound by blood. So it isn't much different, she thought, between me and you, she looked at the Reazea which was staring at her. The poison started taking affect fully, making her stiff and back to hating the animal. The pain from the poison was rising and she felt all the colour disappear from her face, along with the rest of her body. The last thing Elizabeth heard was Cheryl's voice before her vision turned black and fell off the chair.

"Oh dear..."

Elizabeth was not able to move for a few days because of the poison and she spent most of time sleeping, eating and taking potions to numb the pain. While she was asleep, the Reazea would watch Elizabeth curiously as if he could see something else inside of her. Cheryl had said one day that the cottage would be the Reazea's new home, "The Reazea is going to live with us because it has no where to go and if it goes back to it's family, well, I don't think he'll survive." Of course, Elizabeth had protested for as long as the poison would allow her to move her mouth, until Cheryl told her to be quiet or she wouldn't give her her potion to keep the pain away. Once Elizabeth was able to move again she buzzed  around doing chores, such as cleaning, cooking and potion making. One day Cheryl asked Elizabeth to name the Reazea. "It can't go without a name, can it? I also need a name for the collar and food dish, so why don't you name it, Elizabeth dear?" This made Elizabeth choke on her milk that she had been drinking. "Vicious" Elizabeth said, ignoring Cheryl's disapproving glance. "Be serious." Be Serious, Elizabeth mimicked, not realizing she had been speaking aloud. "I do not sound like that" Cheryl snapped "I don't like way your behaving young lady, keep it up and I won't let you come with me next time I go into the forest." Panic was evident on Elizabeth's face "No, no, it's okay. Bitter? Just joking!" she laughed uneasily "Uh.. How about Faith?" Cheryl thought about it for awhile because nodding and smiling, becoming happy once again. "Alright dear, Faith it is." 

'Faith' had hissed every time  Elizabeth said his name (whether it was her tone, which was rather nasty or just her in general) but when Cheryl did, he purred like a cat. Why? No one knows. The more time they spend away from each other, the happier they were.

A week had past and Elizabeth and Faith had been getting on each others nerves even more than that could be allowed.  Faith would steal some of her small things that he could fit into his small mouth, and Elizabeth refused to feed Faith which meant he would have to wait for agonizing hours till Cheryl got back home from wherever she had been, which could last more than nine or ten hours. "We'll be going demon hunting soon, dear, like I promised. I kept it to this long because Faith needed to get used to the house before he is left alone" Cheryl smiled, patting Faith's head, who had come once he heard (or smelt) Cheryl come in. "I've got your collar, Faith." He purred while she put it on him. The collar was violet, the same colour as his eyes, with black fancy writing in-graved on it.  "We'll go Demon Hunting tomorrow, I just bought extra gear for us."