The witch's tower: The last witch's curse

Spellcast 13: Miseria 1

As Arthur woke up in his bed that next time restart; he didn't seem to react much at all... Instead, as the slight sound of birds came round, taunting his ears with the same song they always sung on that first morning, he just stared blankly up to the ceiling... Before he then raised his arm over his face with a pained look, a familiar knocking coming to the door...

"Dammit..."

'It seems that time has restarted again...' Rosalyn thought to herself with a distant and somewhat saddened expression on her face as she looked to the window in the tower from her bed.
"Ah, mistress, you are awake!" Ciel cried, flying over to Rosalyn, in a relieved manner. "Thank goodness, I really thought we were done for there" Ciel stated, as Rosalyn remained silent, looking down to her hand perplexed... The only reason she was alive back there was because Arthur had decided to come and save her... If it weren't for that fact, she probably would have died the first night and the curse would have broken... She was so close to losing everything she had been working for, so close to never waking to see the morning again... To the point where even now, she a sinking pit of despair in her stomach...
"Erm... Mistress...?" Ciel inquired, tilting his head, as Rosalyn got up out of her bed, slowly walking over to the window to look upon the plagued lands... The wind chime that was usually ringing from beside her window, had for some reason stopped ringing, as though all wind had been cut out from the area... And as she viewed the plagued land's Rosalyn's eyes suddenly widened, her face becoming quite pale... "Mistress, what's wrong?" Ciel questioned once more, a little surprised to see how anxious Rosalyn looked; flying up to the window himself. And as he caught up with her by the window, he soon gave a nervous expression himself. "Ah... It seems the fog is beginning to clear..." he mentioned, backing up from the window a little, Rosalyn's eyes narrowing seriously as she then turned away from the window.
"Ciel, go to Arthur, make sure he gets here safe..." Rosalyn mentioned, forming a transport crystal within her hands as Ciel then looked back to her cautiously.
"B-But mistress, how can you be so sure he will come?" he inquired as Rosalyn wrapped some string round the crystal, also looping in the potion for Elizabeth's mother on the string.
"He will, he killed me last time restart, he intends on things to go on as usual..." Rosalyn stated as Ciel gave her a dry expression.
"How can you be so sure about that...?"
"I just know..."
"What if it's nothing like that?"
"Then you persuade him to come and face me" Rosalyn stated, placing the crystal and potion around Ciel's neck, as Ciel could only look back to Rosalyn in a slightly suspicious and uncertain way.
"Mistress, you aren't going to do anything rash are you?" he inquired, as Rosalyn simply looked back to Ciel with a faint smile on her face.
"Stay with Arthur tonight okay? Don't come back here..." She stated, her words only heightening Ciel's concerns.
"Mistress, you really aren't going to be doing anything-" he began when Rosalyn cut in.
"I am just going to be working on an extra big trial, so don't you worry..." Rosalyn reassured him, picking up Ciel and leading him to the window... Ciel looked back to Rosalyn feeling rather anxious with her words. He didn't trust those words... Nor did he think anything good would come out of what she was truly intending on doing, and at first, he simply remained on Rosalyn's arm, not moving as he just stared at her until... "Please Ciel..."
Her words made Ciel twitch a bit, before his defence lowered a bit, a look of surrender in his eyes at the tone of Rosalyn's voice... This was the only way after all...
"Please be careful mistress..." Ciel simply left Rosalyn with those words, before he turned to the window, dropping away off Rosalyn's arm and beginning his usual journey to the kingdom, as Rosalyn watched him fly off with a slightly saddened smile... Before she looked back to the book stand behind her with a determined look in her eyes... She had been slacking off way too much, concerning herself way too much with this curse of hers, with some romance that was impossible from the get go. She faltered a little before she then walked over to the book, looking upon the Latin symbols that lay upon it. She had lost true vision of what she meant to do, and now, if she didn't do anything, all her effort would be lay to waste... She took a deep breath, before she then closed her eyes, a large red string of magic symbols beginning to appear around her like a snake as she went to speak the first words of the text before her.