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

Spellcast 19: Ultima Sileo 3

'Ever since that day, for as long as I could remember, Rosalyn Isolde and the young girl within the cottage, had been dead... For nearly ten years, the witch known as Rosalyn Isolde, and magic was acknowledged as dead...'

Rosalyn still found herself lost in that maze, running through it frantically.
'I was dead... Even though my body was alive, nobody other than Ciel recognised that. And for ten years of my life, I lived in that cave in utter seclusion... It wasn't until I was eighteen that I finally decided to explore the world outside at all...'

"Mistress please wait up, you really shouldn't be playing about in daylight like this!" Ciel cried to the older teenager with long white hair, who was dancing on the path ways, running through the forest a little. She was dressed in quite ordinary clothes, mainly because living in the forest didn't give her much reason to wear nicer clothing.
"Don't worry, I will return once I have some new herbs Ciel!" The girl stated, hopping from foot to foot, Ciel giving her a dull expression.
"But if you get caught-" Ciel began, when the girl suddenly gave a loud cry; in which was followed by some rustling as it became evident to Ciel that the girl had fallen back into a ditch by the side of the road. "Mi-Mistress! Are you okay?" Ciel cried, flying down the girl, who sat up from the ditch, a few leaves now in her hair, as for a moment she was slightly dazed. Before she then laughed to herself a little at her accident, Ciel giving a sigh from beside her.

'It may have been for the best if I just stayed in the forest and listened to Ciel... I was better off not existing to the world... And yet...'

The birds tweeting and the rustle of nearby tree's was all that could be heard as the girl found herself confronted by an old man, after her wanders had led her to stray to the nearby village. The girl's mouth was a little agape, her face pale, as the man stared back at her in complete astonishment... And at once, she began to feel sick, the sight of another human filling her with complete dread. Ten years had passed, so there was no way any of the villagers would recognise her by this point, yet still... The girl's face grew paler as she avoided the old man's gaze...

'My mother had been dead for ten years now... And the daughter she had hidden for eight years had remained unknown to the world, completely none existent... And that was the way it was meant to be... But I broke that...'

The man before the girl gave a deep breath, his feet slowly stumbling towards the girl, whose eyes widened a little at his response to her. There was no way that he had recognised her! No normal human ever had the permission to, so why was he looking to her with such shock... What other expression was mixed in on his face...? Was it malice? Anger, fury...? The girl gulped, backing up a bit more, her body beginning to shake... She shouldn't have come this far...
"It truly is you!" the man cried, quite suddenly falling to his feet before her, almost as though as he was bowing, as the girl backed up a bit more in a daze... She man almost seemed to be weeping in joy at her appearance as the girl remained quiet, keeping herself to herself... It was her...? Who was she...? She was soon to get a response. "Lady Rosalyn... Lady Rosalyn Isolde, you have come back again to grace us with your presence. You truly have risen again, this is a blessing!" the man then looked up to her in joy, as the light in the girl's eyes dimmed a little... This man... He thought that she was her mother. The man bowed once more, seeming so gracious to see the young girl, not knowing that he was mistaken... "Such misery has befallen our village since you left. It was though all our hope had been taken from us. But you have returned to us! You truly have returned!" the man continued, as the girl seemed uncertain on how she should even reply to him. She had been told by Ciel often that she looked a lot like her mother, but for it to be at this extent...

The girl gulped a little, the situation seeming dizzying for her as she clenched her hand up... If she were to say she wasn't her mother right now, how would this man react? Her troubled expression did not change as she stared at the man, deep in thought... He seemed so relieved to see her, as though he had just gotten back a fleeting bit of hope in a dark tunnel of despair... And it was to this that her eyes narrowed coldly. Would he be happy to hear that Rosalyn Isolde had not risen, but in fact her daughter had lived...? That she wasn't who he wished her to be. Her mother, Rosalyn Isolde was a great source of joy for everybody, somebody well-loved in the village and across the country. Meanwhile, Rosalyn's daughter... She was just the product of a broken promise to save magic, somebody who was merely just a rumour in both the world of humans and magic bloods... There was no magic left to save however. She was the only one of her kind left... The girl bit her lip a little momentarily, before she then patted the man on his shoulder, a warm smile appearing on her face...
"Please rise..." she told him, as the man looked back up to her tearfully, getting to his feet as the girl continued to give him that same smile. "You are right... I am Rosalyn Isolde..."