"For every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction..." Newton's Third Law of Motion
Because Witchcraft is only applied Chemic and Physics...
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Irony... that's the only word that muttered in my mind as I stared at the blurring landscape that ran backwards out the carriage's window in the way we advanced. Straightening up my back on the leather upholstered seat in the interior of the chariot, I clenched my fists, hands sweating cold, a little shaky. Yes, I was nervous.
After receiving the letter from the king, my first reaction was to laugh out loud at the messenger's face. Unscathed, the man informed me of the urgency of the situation without revealing all the details, but stating with firmness that the ruler requested my services and my presence in the castle without delay.
It's funny because witchcraft had been banned for centuries in the region, as a direct consequence of the Crusades, both the church and the empire calling sorcery to all they didn't understand or fear. Now they needed me, the only living witch in the region -the only living witch because all of them were chased, prosecuted, tortured to confess and then executed in the most horrendous ways-. And odd as it seemed, for the first time I found myself in an advantaged position, regardless of the supernatural abilities I was born with, but forced to enshroud along with my whole existence from the world and those who condemned me, asked me for help.
The trip from my cottage, settled in the depths of Zauberwald Forest, the only place both feared and forbidden for human trespassing, to the castle took a whole day. Not divination needed, I inferred the king was really f*cked up when he sent his men in such a dangerous mission. The sun went high in the sky and then down and it was late night when we arrived to Centrefeld Fortress.
Tow rows of guards aligned in front of the carriage's door, armed up to their teeth. A page opened the door to me and helped me down while the servants carried my belongings into the royal building.
"Welcome to Centrefield, Cassilda... I must admit that I expected an older sorceress... and different", a mature man dressed in a silk long burgundy tunic wrapped around his mead-bloated belly greeted me. His thin lips forced a smile. "I am Lord Redmic, one of the court's counsellors. Please, follow me, King Abelard awaits for you."
"You believed me an ugly old woman, don't you?... Well I'll take that as a compliment, so thank you, however I find these formalities useless when we all know I'm not welcomed here, Lord Redmic." I replied half smiling, arching an eyebrow as I pointed to the two rows of soldiers forming to my right and left.
"It may be, but this time I'm afraid the circumstances make you the most expected guest in a long time... The guards are only for a precaution."
