WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 19 - The child's prophecy

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In the middle of the roses she stood there, gazing at the moon.

Straight, silver hair reached the ground, flowers blossoming as it touched the grass. Her robe hugged her toned figure, her grey eyes were stranger than the moon. A soft smile appeared on her new face. This one was motherly. Was this the form she appeared to ... us mothers?

"You are full of questions tonight, daughter." She was as terrifyingly beautiful as I remembered.

"Because I'm scared of what the future holds, mother of it all."

"You are afraid for your child. Not of the future. You never feared obstacles, my bravest de Chauvette."

"But I did", I didn't want to step too close to her, yet I moved forward.

"You feared what might happen, but not the situation itself. You did not fear the storm, but the death it would bring along. Unlike your family, you fear the bad outcome, not the situation itself. You, Rebecca, are the bravest of your family, and your child shall even surpass you in that matter."

The goddess moved up to me, cupping my face.

"The wand has chosen you for a reason. Courageous you are to fight, victorious you will leave. You will come up with wicked plans, worthy enough for being my daughter. Now go, rest. Let your questions speak, let your doubts sing, but do not pay them any attention."

What fight? What victory? I should just ignore the questions? Tears stung in my eyes. 

"When should I act? What should I do?", my voice was a mere whisper, barely escaping my lips.

"You will notice the signs. Patience is a virtue, Rebecca."

Meetings with the goddess surely left you confused.

When I blinked she disappeared – as if she had never been there. The otherworldly feeling was gone too.

The shallow feeling of loneliness dared to swallow me whole.

A warm flutter made my hand move automatically to my stomach. I wasn't quite alone.

I had our baby.

With heavy steps, and a few more glances into the garden, I re-entered the mansion again. Using my wand as a flashlight, I made my way back to my room.

Only to be stopped by a harsh light that made me cover my eyes.

"Constance- Lady Rebecca", I recognized the cocky voice instantly.

"Whitlock." 

He lowered his wand and I noticed the light coming from it. We had had the same thought to light our paths.

Whitlock's eyes looked out for any signs of trouble.

"What are you doing, wandering around the house in the middle of the night?"

"I needed fresh air. I had the urge to puke, feeling sick to the bone." Whitlock squinted, for a while enjoyably silent.

"How convenient, now that you are pregnant."

"Have you never heard of pregnancy sicknesses?", I snapped at him. "And why would I lie? What would I find in the garden, you dimwit!?"

"You could have hidden something. You could have caused some mischief while nobody was out there patrolling!"