Realm of Galderia

chapter 47

                    Standing over her cauldron, performing the magical incantation to be able to gaze upon the face of her beloved gargoyle. It wasn't exactly spying on him, she was worried. Though she couldn't admit to it, she loved him. The way he had just disappeared nearly broke her. Triadia had given her the spell, it was the only ray of hope she had left when it came to seeing him ever again. The thought of him made her ache with longing. 

She missed her kindred spirit, she would often day dream of him, she started filling her spell books with drawings of gargoyles, their special meeting place near the huge rock formation. She then started keeping letters to him every day, poetry for him. It was sad; no one in her life noticed the dramatic change in her. She became withdrawn from life, even more irritated and moody, as if something dark inside of her was ready to bust. Spending every free moment, every thought that passed through her mind revolved around Ludwig.

Whenever the raven showed up she showed less and less interest in him. He hadn't thought anything of it. Teenagers were moody, he knew that much. After a few nights, she would be fine, he thought as he said his goodbyes to her and flew off into the darkness, back to the forest. As he flew away, the dark sorceress barely noticed him leave. Her soul ached, she needed the gargoyle. His company, his dark humor she even missed his wisdom. She could only watch him with the spell and her cauldron. She couldn't talk to or be with him. It was affecting her soul. It felt like each night a little more of her spirit was tainted, her life essence was dying.

She of course had not idea this was happening. After another week passed by, she forced herself to leave the castle. Grabbing her money pouch and her favorite shoulder bag, she headed to the village. She had run out of spell books again, and liked the ones in the antique store. Hurrying along she wanted to get her blank books and get back to the castle to work on a few spells before the nocturnal hours. After what felt like half an eternity, Veronica finally reached the village. She noticed many people in the square. Several kids her own age, a few small children and several older couples walking in and out of the shops.

She walked a little faster until she reached the old antique shop. For a moment she was happy, going shopping for new spell books usually did. Until she took a third step into the store and looked up to see someone else buying the exact same item. It was just her luck that her nemesis happened to be there too.

"Why does it always happen to me?" She groaned just above a whisper. That moment Gwen saw her while Trinity was occupied looking at the trinkets at the counter.

Gwen walked over to her almost compelled to be her usual friendly self. It didn't matter how many times Veronica had been mean and rude to her, it only made Gwen try harder to be her friend.

"Hello, Veronica I didn't know you shopped here too." She greeted the dark sorceress with a cheery smile.

"I feel the same way. What do you want?" She spat the words out as if they were yesterday's blood pudding.

"I just wanted to be nice to you."

"Don't bother, just leave me alone."

"Why are you so afraid to let someone in?" Gwen asked with wide eyes, expecting an answer.

"Don't worry about it." Veronica snapped back giving her the look of a werewolf ready to attack at any given moment.

Then Trinity looked up to see what all the commotion was about. She walked over to aid Gwen, if needed. By the time she got over to her friend Veronica had grabbed three blank books and paid the cashier in exact change. Then bolting out of the antique store and heading back to her sanctuary, to her tower. She hated running into that poor excuse for a witch.