The floor around me was wet slick with blood; this was not what I wished for. This was not what I have wished for! My whole body is full of scars and cuts from the ruins that are carved directly on my skin to the flesh. Blood covering almost every inch of my body, the circle around me glowed with a sickly dark aura. I know that this spell was forbidden but what was I to do? I had to do it; my heart has out willed my common sense, producing this monstrosity. The figure on my feet was the shape of a human, but it was not. It was a figure of mist, with dark slick skin covered and fed by my own blood. It was lifeless yes, but this corps will remain. My spell has failed, and utterly scarring me for life. The ruins on my body are proving that I have done this taboo. The flesh has come back from the grave but the soul cannot return as it was, beyond my powers, or any mortal powers at that. I was a girl of seventeen, with no one left in the world to care. My figure is scarred for do not know will looks like an intricate tattoo. For those who know this sin is punishable by death at its best. Noting more of what I can do to fix this, my poor choices cannot be taken back. Staggering to the table, I clothed back my scarred back and wiped the remains of blood on my skin. Do not mistake as this is not a painful task, for it is. Even with a numbing spell, the feel of cloth on my cuts is like acid dripped to your body, slowly burning. Armed with a bag of my belongings, here I leave the remains of my true and dear friend. Alexandra Clarisse, the one who is truly dead, I have failed to bring you back to the land of the living. For I have no powers of god.
Walking out, I placed a stoned look on my face; Alexandra had died for a month now. Even the people who have loved her the most, or so they claimed have stopped mourning and resumed a daily routine… The village of Lambed is my home and hers, but she is my only soul companion. The people here, they are so unlike me and her, for we practice an art that has been lost and condemned by the public. So say it plainly that I am a witch, but no one will suspect, no one knows a thing beside me and her. For I am a blood born witch, my parents killed in the struggle of power as far as I can tell. I was taken in by Alexandra’s family on the age of two, for they were good Samaritans and could not leave a child abandon in the woods alone. Me and her became best friend after that, I was civil with my adopted parents and they me, but I know they do not love me. I still had a book of magic in my hands with an inscription at the back…
To our daughter Skylar Ash Tudor second year birthday, from Isabelle De Franz and Ferdinand Tudor, your loving mother and father.
Over the years bought the forbidden scrolls from merchants and traders passing by. She became interested in the craft so we learned together, as if we were truly blood sisters. But it was not to be, for she was sick with consumption and died short a week of her seventeenth birthday. I tried every spell of healing known to me but my powers were too weak, for I am not a witch who has claimed her full powers yet. I have not claimed my birth right from a proper coven initiation. For there is no longer a reason to stay I have decided to claim it and discover who and what I really am, I leave Alexandra behind and start my new live. For I am Skylar Ash Tudor, daughter of Ferdinand Tudor and Isabella De Franz, and with that I leave this place, the place of whom I once call home.
I crossed to the forest on which I was found by Aleksandra’s parents, I bought a horse from one of my neighbors in the village with all the money I have. Some food and a pouch of water are on the horse with me that is all I have and change of clothes in this sack. The forest was dark and murky with mist in the dark, I cast off a seeking spell in hope that I have someone will answer me, but it might be dangerous for if I was left alone in the forest as an infant who was left of my coven? Or were there now a rival coven present in these forests. The spell was completed and I set up camp to wait the reply of my former coven mate or the enemy and die trying. Within hours somewhat of a figure was seen in the darkness of the forest, it was a man, dressed in a black cloak of velvet. I stood and he bowed as he approached me. I looked back at myself, and checked if there as mud on my dress.
“I am Franz Bright and the notice of your seeking spell around the area and have not been given notice to any visiting spell casters on my coven’s lands.” Up close he looks about 30 years old, a handsomely rugged man.
“I am Skylar Ash Tudor, daughter of Isabella De Franz and Ferdinand Tudor….” That got his attention right away, he placed the troche right next to my face and I can feel the heat as it burned a little of my hair. He was too preoccupied of this little detail and continued to watch my face. He finally stepped back and bowed his head.
“Lady Tudor, it is such a shock to have you here after an absence and death of your family for 15 years…”
I looked at him dumbfound, a ‘lady’ is a title for… I looked at him again; he looked at me as well. Knowing from my face that this is all completely new news he guided me to where he said my supposed home village was. I don’t even know I can trust this Franz Bright, but what was I to do, I had nothing else to go on. As we walked through the forest deeper and deeper, the trees were so dense that the sky is not even visible. Inside the canopy of willow trees and others, the glow of fire was the only guide we have. He asked where I have been all this time, how old I was and all it was. He was surprised I lived very close by and continued with taking a strand of my hair and burning it on the torch. To my surprise the hair burned and sparked into a million fragments of light. He shook his head and told me that the council will explain everything once I get there. The path looks as it has no end and the road behind seemed to close as we walked forward. I have read a simple hiding spell in the little magic book and some scrolls. I never knew you can apply it to plants much less a whole forest. Then we stopped when a large stone bolder, it was a size of a small house. My horse has been bucking and pulling to get away from this odd place. At one point Franz told me to leave she and he would carry my luggage. But I decline; after all I finished my life saving on this raven furred horse. He touches the stone and carvings started to form from the stone. It shaves and chipped its way into forming a large gate with an intricate looking stone lock. Then a square started to form about the height of Franz’s eye level. Then it slides off to the inside forming a hole in the solid stone. I could see a bustling market square from the little hole, people shouting the price and items in the distance, then someone’s voice came from the other side.
“Franz why are you here? You’re still on guard shift for more than an hour…”
“I have found someone who the council would need to address immediately.”
“Who would be so important to leave your post unattended?” the voice behind the stone door sounded skeptical and sadly I agreed with him.
“I have found a survivor of the Tudor family.”
There was no longer an argument but the stone was placed back filling the hole and it was restored without a scratch, as if it was nonexistent in the first place. Then another smaller stone door started to carve up on one of the gates. It took at most one minute for the force to produce a single door. Then it opened, Franz went first, talked a little and motions me to come with him.
Once inside to my surprise that stone gate did not separate just a part of the forest but inside it was still day light, people busy running around, there was a stall for life stock that was strangely enough shrunk to the size of my hand and was sold in boxes. I thought they were toys at first until the mini sized chickens started to move and chirped around. I asked Franz and he looked utterly amused at my lack of knowledge. He said that they turn back to their original size once drenched in water, not forgetting to add that more odd things are sold here. So I just nodded as we continued on our way, questions can be asked and answered later. But it was all so tempting. All the things were so new and fascinating; they were selling cotton candy that literally is so light kids were bouncing them from their hands like clouds. There was a stall selling what looks like pieces of paper folded in every shape possible. Then once they negotiated a price, the costumers’ pays with what looks like metal coins, which is from what I guess is the local currency. The paper once folded out gives off a ‘poof’ sound and turns to things like a bottle of what seem to be soap to a block of cheese. Even with all this I didn’t feel overwhelmed or scared, even of the outlandishly different time line on this place, being day while outside was clearly already night. Beside the things that are things that looked as if it has the figure of a human crossed with an antelope. I see what I think is a fairy and elves and dwarfs but kept my mouth shut as I was told. All this seems more natural and more real to my being then the life I have lived for 15 years. Then from the market place, comes a street of residential and expensive looking shops with tainted windows. The streets are made of stones and buildings are out of wood and stone, much like a city of my old world. But then as I was being underwhelmed I noticed the sidewalks stone sometimes carved open and people would just pop up from the ground. There are things here unseen by the naked eye I suppose. Then a garden was stretched out in front of me and the street parted two ways, the garden was all green, shrubbery cut outs into a maze that was about only a waist high, with sand stone pathway leading to the most enormous building structure I have ever seen. An intricate looking colossal Castile with carving from stone that made of the whole structure… It looked as if the Castile was carved out of a whole mountain of white lime stone. I looked as we entered the building, glass stain doors and marble floors. Then he stopped at a large door painted in dark purple and blood red…
“My Lady, we must present you to the council…” then he stepped and opened the door, revealing my new life…
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