Maraji

Chapter 2

                                Fiona.

  Fiona, maraji's mother was having a very hard time keeping the acting up. She watched her daughter with a dark satisfaction. She was happy she doesn't have to keep her guard up around a daughter for the time being. Maraji is a little powerful thing even if she doesn't know it, she thought, she has always had to tiptoe around her fearing her power and fearing how her tears or her dreams may protect her if she tries anything rash. But, she was more than happy to see her crying and drowning in her own tears which means she's drowning in her own power.

If she had known sooner that killing her own husband would mean killing two birds with a stone she would have done it long ago. She didn't realize how much maraji love him. But watching them carefully for months now, she plotted and schemed her plan. It was painstakingly slow but the result was gratifying and satisfying. She will now be able to regain her place in the castle as the queen with nobody to challenge her since maraji,her fake daughter was out of the way. She continued to watch maraji with a sickened satisfaction.

  She turned her attention back to her equally fake husband, she had to control the urge to bash his face in when she remembered how he strived to protect maraji from her as long as she can remember and how he eventually dug his own grave unknowingly. He knew when she reaches the age of 15 her powers would have blossomed into something incredible and Fiona could not watch that happen. She would not be able to destroy her because her power would be more than anybody's else in the world. Even at a stage where her power is yet to bloom she can't just kill her like that and she has to resort to such methods. She can actually pat herself at the back for the act she had placed on acting like maraji's dead mother. She killed her and proceeded to use a spell to put on her features. She had to rely on her instincts on how she acts around her husband and daughter.

She can now release the features and be herself. She stood up from the cold unmoving body of her husband and walked towards maraji, she helped her up and walked out of the room.

She went towards the garden with the intention of releasing the borrowed features. And to achieve her aim she had to make use of the special flower. She got to the garden and her mouth dropped open in aghast. She was so shocked to see the garden in that state, she knew maraji would be powerful but she never knew her power would be that outstanding even at her age. All the flowers on the stem were brown and wilted. She was helpless about what to do. She thought back to her own power and tried to wake it deep within her core, it has been years since she used it last. As the tendril of green smoke escaped her hands,she touched the flowers with the hope of reviving atleast one or two flowers, the flower turned black and dissolved into nothingness. She staggered back, withdrawing her hands not wanting the rest of the flowers to dissolve into nothingness. The satisfaction she felt earlier turned into helplessness, the joy she felt turned into despair. She felt out of luck and didn't know the next step to take.

Just then she felt anger well up from deep within her, her helplessness and despair fueled her anger. She felt rage and saw red, the only thing on her mind was hurting maraji and forcing her to make the flowers alive again.

She stalked towards the house, on getting to the room, what met her sight was unbelievable, she opened and close her mouth like a fish when her eyes fell on maraji's father.

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