The Wild One

Oxeye Daisies In Winter

    "Margy no don't ruin there again!", a middle aged woman cries out, running after the four year old Margy.
    "Hey man", Brax greets a brother of his, "why is she calling the little one Margy? And where is that brat running to?" Brax just arrived when the small redhead passed a book squealing in joy. He was out for eight month to foam the wild in seek of work. Margy stayed at the cat school residence with all the woman and witcher, who stayed there at the moment.
    "Yo Brax. I guess the one is running to her favorite spot here. A ghost lingers there, but you should ask the caretaker." The fellow her shrugged and trained his training half heartedly. Brax raises an eyebrow but flinched from the still fresh wound going through his eyebrow. He grumbles and goes on to put his horse in a box. He'll ask the oldest woman they got residing with them and whom they simply call "the caretaker" or "Nanny". She is like the mother of them all, the one they can't talk back to, the one who tends to their wounds and bellies. She is the one, who takes the woman under her wing, to train them to be at the utmost help for any witcher in their school demanding for it in any way they want.
    It has been a very long day for Brax when he finally can rest his feet in front of the crackling fire, the blood from his wound trailing down at the side of his face. He had his eyes closed and didn't noticed the old woman limping towards him until the wet tissue stirs him from his rest.
    "Anna!" He jumps slightly in his seat, while Anna glares at him.
    "How many times do I need to tell you to not sit down ere you cleaned yourself up and changed you clothes. Do you know how hard it is to clean the chair you are leaning on? And I am not even talking about your clothes. Look at you! I can work now the whole night!"
    "Sorry Nanny. I'll change now."
    "Shush now. Rest, but next time you come to me understood? " He nods like a little child. Before she can walk of again he remembers, that he wanted to ask about Margy.
    "Anna", by far he was the only one who was allowed to call her Anna, her real name she told him once, "I have seen the little girl running out and one of the woman running behind her calling her Margy." Puzzled he looks at the wrinkled face of the woman before his eyes. The old brown one of her get a very warm look onto them by mentioning the little girl.
    "Margy ah yes. We are all so happy you brought this little bundle full of energy with you. Not everyone I have to admit. Some girls fear her. Did you knew that we had an Oxeye daisy field right outside of the walls? Me neither. One of the girls calls these flowers Margeriten and apparently it's the little ones favorite place, even if some say, that there is a ghost haunting that field. But with Margy visiting it almost daily she got the name Margarethe or shortly Margy. So if you are ever looking for her, try the fields." With that being told she walks off, having neglected her duties for too long already. Brax just stares at her with an open mouth.
    "Margy it is then."

    Indeed the fields are haunted by a ghost, but no one knew before the arrival of Margy. After Brax and Redri left her there, she felt out of place and very uncomfortable with all the new faces around her. She was never amongst humans before and now there was a whole lot of them and the woman going all crazy over the "cute little thing". They wanted to spoil her as much as they can. The live amongst the cat school witcher wasn't an easy one. It comes along with many harsch words, hard work and abuse. Most of the girls stay there nonetheless for at one hand fearing them and at the other hand having no where else to go. Margy however was different and with her came a new joy. The woman had something to care for and to train. Living amongst a beast didn't taught her anything about the usage of the common tongue nor social interaction with people. It was all a bit too much for the child, so she tried escaping and came across the oxeye daisy field, where she needed to rest. Her little feet weren't able to carry her a long way and there she sat crying a bit, cause she felt alone and cold and hungry and everything a little one as her could feel.
    Not even an hour passed when dust crept around her slowly forming an unclear figure.
    "What are you doing here?" It asked the child. The voice sends a chill over Margie's back forcing her to look up, but despite other she didn't flinched or ran away. She stopped crying and looked at the spirit curiously, tilting her head slightly.
    "Are you lost? No one comes here on purpose." Margy smiles at the spirit. She felt how lost and lonely it was. If it would have had actual eyes they would be very blue. For hundreds of years no one visited her grave and over time her spirit fell into sorrow and materialized itself. The fields were always hidden in a thick mist, one more reason why no one bothered about this place. There was a little entrance in the back of the wall leading to this hidden area. Only one witcher was left who knows the girl that lies underneath the beautiful flowers.
    "Shoo go back were you came from." It was in vain the redheaded girl didn't moved, but cheerfully laughed at the ghost. Margy had found a quiet place with one friend there. She was naturally attracted to anything that felt lost, lone or was a broken soul. For quite some minutes the ghost just stood there examining the girl and Margy just being happy and sniffing the flowers taking a look around and just having a fun time, before one of the other woman finally found the crack in the wall with the broken metal door. A beautiful door with many ornaments, but now  hanging sideways with only one hinge still being connected to the wall and all kinds of debris hiding it. For a split second the woman sees the ghost before it disappears.
    "What are you doing here girl! What? Since when do we got oxeye daisies here?" Margy was carried away and for some unknown reason she waves bye to the fields. Ever since that day Margy would go visiting the place every day and having fun with he spirit. And it was the ghost who taught her the common tongue, but Margy kept it hidden, because she sees and feels that something is off within this place and the witcher. The ghost tells her all kind of stories, which she devours like a hungry wyvern it's prey.
    "Yes if I tell you so. There is an Oxeye field behind the wall, but hey don't go there OK? There is a ghost or something there. It always sends shivers down my spine." The woman started to talk amongst themselves the more Margy visits them. Many start to fear that place and also start to call Margy a monster, because they thing she lures them there, so they can get devoured by whatever monster there is, All of them started to not go near that place and stopping right before the wrecked gate to only cry out her name. So far Margy always returned on her own when she got hungry or cold. The witcher didn't cared much and not many listened to the pleas of the girls saying that they are stupid and should stop to come up with horror stories.
    "I tell ya. We say to this Margeriten. They are just some stupid flowers. I bet some druid or so could make some Potion of it or so. They should kill that damned thing and take the field. What a shitty place here. Ya'll stupid if ya ask me." She was the fat lady in here, not ugly or anything, but she had a dirty mouth, but there were quite a few witcher that loved her company. She came from a land far away and spoke a language no one could quite understand once she was truly angry or drunk. But the sound of the name for those flowers stayed with them and Margy told that the ghost and soon the name Margarethe came up and when the time came and the woman wanted to give her a name, she would say something for the very first time.
    "I say we call her Susanne."
    "No I say Kathleen."
    "Nah all stupid, make it short and just name her Klara or so." Margy stood up and placed her little self upright and proudly before Anna. Her green eyes sternly looking right into the old woman's ones, intimidating her a bit already. In a tiny, but loud voice she said "Margarethe."
    It took them a moment to realize, but soon cheered at her for speaking for the first time and taking her wish on and called her Margarethe from then on, which as you all know was shortened very soon.