Reality to Fairytale

Curse or Magic?

5.Curse or Magic?

A WHAT???

Dylan’s mouth hung open and stared at the woman. The woman, however, did not seem surprised at what she just said as if it was an everyday occurrence, she just laughed. Yes, laugh as in laugh in your face at Dylan’s shocked expression.

“Oh… my dear,” Cynthia wiped the tears off the corner of her eyes after a minute of irresistible laughter. “My dear, you are really one interesting child!” Cynthia marveled.

Dylan shook her head in confusion; she was getting angrier by the minute. Who in the name of god is this woman? She seemed to possess creepy powers and she just admitted that she was a sorcerer.

“You…Cynthia, whoever or whatever you are, I don’t care. I’m not interested in magic so get out of my castle.” Dylan demanded in a flat tone, narrowing her eyes.

Again, Cynthia laughed heartily. It was getting on Dylan’s nerves. This woman came in to her palace and had a laughing fit at everything she said. “Yes, yes you’ll make one good sorcerer.” Cynthia replied and moved towards the table. As she sat down the golden silk chair turned into a silver velvet one. Again, Dylan’s jaw dropped and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. The King and Queen seemed to snap out of their daze immediately.

“Oh, please do pardon us Lady Cynthia.” The king greeted humbly. Lady Cynthia? This was getting more and more confusing. Sighing, Dylan reluctantly sat down.

“Dylan, have you greeted our guest?” the Queen asked.

“Oh yes, of course. Don’t worry.” Cynthia interjected enthusiastically. “She is a remarkable choice. I haven’t wasted this trip down from Olympus.” What??!! Olympus? That’s all the way in Greece! The Queen looked at Dylan’s horrified and confused face and gave a comforting smile, she reached out for Dylan’s hand and reassured her, “I promise to explain.”

“Go on, explain.” Dylan urged, slightly irritated by all the weird things going on.

“Not yet. There’s one more person.” The Queen smiled.

“What?! Another magician!?” Dylan exclaimed. The king gave her a stern look and was about to reprimand her when Cynthia burst into fits of laughter again.

“What’s all the commotion about?” A new yet painfully familiar voice asked from behind. All heads turned to that direction and all Dylan saw was Dennis. She froze and stared at the boy in front of her. What was he doing here? Dylan’s heart began racing a thousand miles per minute and she felt a new wave of tears surging up again. As Dennis gaze landed on Dylan, their eyes locked and Dylan felt a wave of nausea, she turned her back to Dennis hastily. Cynthia looked between them and raised her eyebrows suspiciously. Dylan felt uncomfortable and cleared her throat. She looked at her mother warily. The Queen smiled and said, “Its time to clear the air.”

Dennis sat opposite Dylan and looked at her every now and then. This made Dylan more self conscious and uneasy. Cynthia sat beside Dylan with a wide smile plastered onto her face, occasionally she would look between Dylan and Dennis and who knows what is going on it that creepy head of hers. Finally, the King began to speak.

“Dylan, whatever I tell you, it is hundred percent true, so just…listen.” Her father told Dylan. She nodded her head, not expecting what to hear.

“Around three hundred years ago, there was a group of six witches. They lived in Alaska, in their own territory, never stepping foot into other places. However, a few decades later, the newer generations of witches decided to expand their territory by wiping out the human civilization. They had recruited young girls and practiced evil witchcraft, they were nearly invincible. Yet, there were a few witches that did not fancy the idea of their seniors. Some were killed while others managed to escape. They renamed themselves sorcerers or enchantress, which the term came by, and practiced good magic. There were girls and boys unlike the witches. For hundreds of years, the witches and sorcerers never got along; it was like good versus bad. Whenever both teams crossed paths, there would have been a bloodbath.

Once, a powerful and brave sorcerer managed to wipe out most of the witches clan. The remaining fled for their lives and vowed that one day evil magic will override the good. Since then, the witches had been strategizing their plans and recruiting more and more girls using their powers. They traveled around the world, hiding in shadows and coming out in the nights to carry out their plans. Now, word has traveled fast that the latest by the winter solstice, the witches will destroy the entire human civilization. They plan to take over the world and without a doubt, all these decades of planning and recruiting numbers, they have a upper hand of winning.” The king ended and leaned back on his chair.

Dylan heard every single detail of the King’s story and she was stunned. She couldn’t believe what her ears have heard and mostly about the plan of wiping out the human civilization. Dylan felt shocked then angry. She thought of all the innocent people dying in the hands of evil and her own kingdom falling. She hadn’t experience a whole lot of things and she was about to die by the winter solstice. She just couldn’t accept that fact.

“Dylan…I know it’s hard for you, to be told such things abruptly, but we haven’t got a choice. The winter solstice is seven months from now.” The Queen spoke up.

“Mum…,” Dylan called helplessly even though she was told countless times not to call the Queen that in public. “Why are you telling me this for?”

The king continued, “Dylan, remember your grandfather? The one I always told you about?” Dylan nodded, even if she hadn’t been able to see him before he died, her father constantly told her stories about him. He was a great man, courageous and impartial. “Before he died, he told me and your mum that the next child of the hierarchy will be the one destined with the powers of an enchantress. The day you were born, your mum and I left you alone for a while and when we came back, you were surrounded in gold dust and pink petals. There was a note on the floor:

The first child of the next hierarchy,

Born with the touch of enchantress Becky,

Destined to be the one to lead the clan,

To wipe out the evil witches’ plan.”

Dylan couldn’t help but snort at the lame rhyme. Enchantress Becky?! Yet, as the story slowly sinks in, Dylan seemed to understand the meaning of the note. So SHE was the one who was supposed to save the world from the witches. Wide eyed, Dylan asked, “You don’t mean that…”

The Queen gave her a sad smile as she replied, her voice barely over a whisper,

“Yes, Dylan. You are the chosen one.”

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