When Will My Life Begin

Chapter VII: Ms. Glaeria

Deep within the kingdom of Corona, there lives a widow named Ms. Glaeria. She always works for others. Whether it was a maid, a cook, a servant, or a companion, she does all the work. Gothel was an old friend of hers when she was 205, and now she needed her help. 

Gothel traveled faraway from her tower to the kingdom, where Ms. Glaeria lived. Gothel arrived in her cloak, and knocked on Ms. Glaeria's cottage door.

"Who's there?" Ms. Glaeria questioned. Ms. Glaeria was one of the people who has paranoia, which makes her struggle to interact with new folk. "Its Gothel, Ms. Glaeria! Remember me?"

"Gothel? You're still alive? I doubt it. My mind is playing tricks on me again." Ms. Glaeria said, refusing to answer the door. "Oh come on, you know that i'm a witch, right? Most witches live more than a hundred years."

Ms. Glaeria was hesitant, but then opened the door. 

"It is really you! Sorry, I was just having mind problems recently." Ms. Glaeria welcomed her in the cottage. Her house was the smell of sweet pastries, which made Gothel's stomach grumble.

"You are very old from when I last met you, Glaeria. You were just an 11 year old when I first helped you get out from that avalanche. How old are you know, though?" Gothel questioned, sipping a cup of hazelnut tea. "I forgot, Gothel. But I only know that I'm over 110 years old. You?"

"I'm 430 years old, Ms. Glaeria."

"430!? You look too young to be 430!"

"I know, Ms. Glaeria. I actually just use, uh." Gothel was trying to make an excuse, so that no one can get her pot of golden liquid that helped her age backwards. "I actually just use my magic to help me age backwards once in a hundred years." She hoped she didn't notice. "Ah, I see. Why are you here, again?" Ms. Glaeria questioned. "Oh, right. I want you to be my maid, Glaeria."

"Say no more, Gothel!" Ms. Glaeria exclaimed, being joyous.