Her Wicked Spells

[4] Set of rules

Staring at the bundle of letters, Callum breathed out when his thoughts had started messing up with his mind. He blinked rapidly while trying to process each and every word, he had read from those letters all those months ago.

The letters from his Cliona.

He could never imagine that she would ever lie to him. A month before her departure, she had shared her ambitions with him. He remembered, it was her fifteenth birthday. The whole coven had celebrated it together around the bonfire, with drinks, with dances and their elders had blessed her for a bright future.

Later at midnight, she had finally pulled him to spend some time under their pet tree. At first, she had hesitated to share about Duskfort with him. But when she started, she never stopped. He had observed her passion, her strong desire to come here in this city and get literate by professional scholars. She wanted to explore the world, to see new beings, to get acquainted with them.

Callum had himself denied without any thought when he had recalled, it was Duskfort she was talking about. Her face had hell instantly. She hadn't talk to him for two whole days but then one day, she had shown him her mother's journal which she had secretly brought from her elder sister's secret cupboard, escaping from her eyes.

Her mother had heard about the witch who had studied from here. She had written about her and also, about those immortal scholars who were still here in Duskfort to teach medical subjects. It was written that the witch had achieved so much knowledge and had found many theories about the connection between her magic and it's use to link with someone's body. She was not just an ordinary witch. She was something that the other witches had turned afraid of.

She was extraordinary.

Her mother had mentioned that she was six hundred years old when she had achieved what she wanted to, which was to have the greatest medic. But in jealousy, she was killed by some other witch who was her dear friend only.

There wasn't any other information about her, how she looked, how she was, but only her birth place was mentioned under her name.

The witch of Fairshire.

Callum had asked her immediately about the witch's further life. Cliona had only shrugged her shoulders saying,"There's nothing written ahead."

He would have never surrendered in her wishes if he didn't care about her dreams. He wanted her to be the happiest. To be the wisest. He couldn't ignore the burning passion in those violet eyes. She had often cried in fear that her Lavi would never allow her to go and live somewhere so far.

But Callum was the one who couldn't see her tears and had made her believe that just like him, her sister could never let her down. They both would always care for her wishes and thus, would let her to go to the Duskfort.

He so regretted his actions and he was sure, Lavinia felt same.

"Do you remember the name of the witch? The witch who had inspired my sister?" Callum's eyes raised at Lavinia while he gulped and slowly nodded.

Since their return from the school, she had been sitting on the chair like a stone. He himself had put his mother's paste on his cheek and at the corner of his mouth. It was especially made for little injuries like those. He had put some on Lavinia's knee too, which had been hurt when that Vampire knight had threw them out.

He blamed himself for all of it. If he had controlled his anger, maybe they would have been at least in the line. Not wanting to keep her awaiting, he told her the name even when she already knew it.

"Marilla Morgan."

He saw her eyes moving from the floor to his. She blinked with a deep sigh and gulped the emotions that were forming again and again to make her weak.