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Extra part 3 - The Goddess

  

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1841

Strasbourg, France

"It was you who formed a salt ring around Rebecca, didn't you, your highness?" Genevieve asked the Mother.

The goddess looked into the garden thoughtfully. Diana sat down on the window's still, her blood red robe falling onto the floor. Genevieve felt as if the colour was mocking the gruesome events. The long, golden curls of the goddess swayed in the wind, her pale skin glistened weakly in the light of Genevieve's lantern. Little moons circled the Goddess back in circular motions.

Genevieve couldn't possibly fathom what was going through the Moon Goddess's head. The stag of hers held Genevieve's eyes firmly, her dogs circled Rebecca's ancestor.

'I can't let an innocent witch die. They had no reason to harm her.'

Figures. But her dragon had to pay for bringing harm to her relative.

"Sisters should always protect each other." And if they don't, they shall pay accordingly. That much her mother had taught her. It had been in the kitchen, while she had been baking bread for the family.

'You weren't there, and you didn't know. Sarah however was', the eyes were different today: they held the universe, stars, planets, all the colours you could think of.

"Therefore, you took my friend." 'And your dragon. I told Monde to never spread my granddaughter's tales again, yet the animal wouldn't listen. I do not give life to trouble makers.' The goddess looked at her. She smiled.

'Rebecca is quite something, isn't she?' The goddess was talking like a daemon again – mysteriously cryptic and without a logical approach. "She would have died without you."

The goddess smiled at nobody in particular. 'If you think so.' "It's impossible!", Genevieve shook her head. "If Sarah couldn't escape them, how could Rebecca?"

'Genevieve, you are surprising me', the goddess sounded disappointed. 'You managed to flee from them too. You showed me how much potential a de Chauvette carries.' "Rebecca is still weak!" 'Reality is but an illusion from our minds, a world formed out of our wishes we crave to live in. You do too.'

The goddess patted the stag's head. 'Rebecca is worth almost 13 witches by now. Her children will follow after her.' Children?

"But the child is mixed ...", Genevieve's voice grew weaker. 'Just because you were taught hybrids are weaker than its parent, you will blindly follow that nonsense?', the goddess shook her head.

'Fate works in curious ways. Rebecca is strong. Baldwin is strong. Esme can either take after her parents or her grandparents. All sides are strong, how could she then be weak?'

"Esme?", Genevieve inquired to know. "She's having a daughter named Esme?" 'Might be, might not', the Goddess called the dogs to her. 'It is not my tale to tell.'

The windows sprung open. The deer went out first.

'Remember the rule of 7.'

The goddess didn't turn around.

'Remember our deal. She must stay until the child is born. The longer, the better.'

The goddess gracefully flew away.

The dogs growled at Genevieve before they followed after their master.

Genevieve stood there for a while, watching the goddess melt into the night sky. The windows closed my themselves, not budging an inch.

The first de Chauvette sat by the window the goddess had disappeared out of, wondering what else Diana had in store. How would fate play their lives?