destined to die

chapter four

"My parents are coming back tomorrow" said Vasila. "So is your mother, along with them." I didn't know how to react to this news. I didn't hate my mother but she had always been away from me taking care of the witch queen, Vasila's mother. Our tribe had an unnatural strength. Humans, all over, hunted for witches. They didn't know how to differentiate evil witches from the good ones. So they tried to kill them all. Our tribe protected them, saved them. If I wasn't told so by my grandmother and older witches, I'd have believed she felt sinful for giving birth to me. I've been told, when my mother was young, almost my age, she liked meandering around the forest. The waterfall being her favourite place, just like mine. One day, she was sitting on a rock, with her feet soaked into the caribbean-blue water when she saw it. A cave under the arch of it. She tried to plunge into it. But she failed. Her leg slipped on the moss of a rock, she slipped and hit her head. She couldn't get up, it was difficult for her to breathe, she was almost dead. It was then that she heard a voice amidst the darkness of the pathway between the two worlds of the living and the dead. "Ivasha dahāka, the princess to the long lost kingdom, you'll bear a child who, when enters to the seventeenth year of life shall destroy the malicious among the non mythical mortals. But beware, for it will revoke the spells around the enchanted. Beware, for that child shall die in the arms of the friend it's most fond of. Beware, for this divination shall be a doom."
And then, she woke up. Alive yet scared. A few people were shouting her name, looking for her. She cried for help and was saved. The shock and terror in her voice made everyone believe in the prediction.
"I'm glad she's coming back. She'll be there to see the end of me after all."