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Chapter 12 A witch-godmother

        “Ugh…”I wake up with a massive headache. The ground feels soft and comfortable, and not like the ground at all. “What the…” I blink my eyes open and see that I’m in a full size bed, and my lower body is covered by a silky cover. I try to sit up too fast feeling anxious all of the sudden, but I regret it immediately as my dizzy spell comes back full force. Is this my new fate, to faint and then wake up on a stranger’s bed?

        I look around the cozy room, and see that the walls are made of smooth wood. Everything in the room seems like it belonged out in the woods. The bed’s frame and headboard are branches intertwined together. There’s a tree stump beside the bed that’s being used as a night stand, and a lit candle there is the only source of light. Who has ever heard of windows? Not the person who built this room obviously. I see some flowers sprouting from the ground and a mushroom here and there sprouting from the walls. Ok whoever did the décor went too far on the forest theme. The floor can’t be actual ground, can it?

        “I see you are awake.” A melodious voice says. I glance towards where the voice came and see a beautiful girl with white long silky hair that reaches her lower back, enter the room. There are no doors, just an opening from which the girl came from. The girl must be sixteen or seventeen and yet she’s wearing a long white gown that reached the ground. It had long sleeves and although it had like a corset on her waist, giving her a beautiful figure, it still looked like it belonged to someone older. The garment looked like it was made in the eighteen hundreds, not because it looked old and washed out, on the contrary the silky material actually glowed, but because it’s style would be fitting in those times. It reminds me of a witch’s costume, except that this dress is not black and she’s missing the hat.

        “Who are you and where am I?” These words sounded familiar even to my own ears. Yes I think those were the words I used when I woke up in Dante’s room that first time we spoke, more or less.

        “I’m Phoebe the last Grand White Witch left, and I’m your godmother.” She smiles sweetly at me, and in her eyes I only found honesty.

        “How could mom make someone so young my godmother?” I pondered out loud.

        “You do not question the truth of my words. Tell me child, why is that?” She looked at me as if she was studying me.

        “I know you’re being honest.”

        “How so?”

        “I can see it in your eyes.” I replied as I shrug.

        “Splendid! Just splendid! It seems that some of my magic has rubbed on you. What else can you do or see?”

        “I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean…”

        “Very well we’ll leave that for another time. I’m not young, child, far from it; I’ve watched many centuries pass in my life.” I know I was probably being rude, but I couldn’t help but gaped at the beautiful girl in front of me that looked way younger than me, and here I was always proud of looking three years younger than my actual age.

        “Here child you must consume this if you wish to regain your strength.” She said as she hands me a bowl full of what looked like brown mucus. I almost gagged when I saw it, and she expects me to eat it? Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna happen. “Go on eat. I know it looks bad, but I can assure you it tastes quite delicious.”

        I look at her not quite convinced of her words, but I bring a spoonful of the thing into my mouth. Surprisingly, it does taste delicious. I take another one and another one, one spoon after the other; feeling famished all of the sudden. “This is really good!”