His Accidental Luna

THE WOMAN WHO HAD NO FATE

CHAPTER 25: THE WOMAN WHO HAD NO FATE

Back on the coven of the witches, Nerissa felt like her chest is going to explode. The damage spread wildly. The expanse it has, and the forest where almost everything dither were beyond getting redeemed. The disease seems to filled the land, and so the witches was left with an option to create a barrier towards the land, where it had not reach yet. However, they do not how much long it could bear what the sickness carry.

“Do you know what it is?” Nerissa asked.

She give Gineva a glass of water she found inside, which the latter gladly took in her hand.

“We couldn’t tell exactly nor locate the source of it yet.” She said. “And thank for this, Nerissa.” She added before gobbling down, and patching her already dried throat earlier.

What happened isn’t something they least expect to. It was just a usual day in Salem. While she was brewing some potion, one of the young witches whom Gineva knew came running and knocking on her door in a haste. Rushing as if what she is going to tell her matters the most.

“Wait up!” Gineva wiped her soaked hands on her dress, before she opened the door. “Marcus?” She was not expecting him to show himself much earlier that day. “Aren’t you told to look for some herbs in the mountain?”

Gineva was confused, and as her eyes roamed to his body, he was empty-handed. What more, the young man seems horrified, he was breathing heavily and there are beads of sweats which came trickling on top of his forehead. It was as if he saw something horrific, which left him scared.

It somehow worries Gineva.

“Is there a problem, Marcus?” She asked carefully.

“T—there is.” He looks paranoid. “W—we were just crossing the rivers... And then some... T—there are rotten trees... T—then they fainted, and I was there—s—so I run... I’m scared.”

“Hey, calm down.” Gineva frowns as she tried to coax Marcus, but he wouldn’t budge.

He was gripping his hair as his eyes widened. Gineva was lost. She wanted to understand him, but she couldn’t do so.

“Marcus—” in an attempt to ease whatever he felt, Gineva step closer, but she had not expected for him to run.

Marcus screamed loudly, blood curdling before he sprinted off somewhere.

“W—wait!” Appalled, Gineva run after him..

The work she had was now totally forgotten. Clad on her kitchen robe, Gineva found herself on the trail where she followed suit to the young man. But he runs faster. He is more agile compared to her. She could use some enchantment, but Gineva was hesitating now that it seems that Marcus had been conformed into something, which she couldn’t tell. He is a witch same with her, and if he is as afraid as he appeared to be, then definitely something is wrong.

He leads her deeper in the forest. The twigs—a lot of them cracked underneath her soles. The more they get deeper, the more that the path was becoming more narrowed and the ambiance is getting cold as no light seethe in, because of the shades cause by those thick branches of trees and leaves. There are no birds, which is weird. And there’s this eerie silence which lay as far as Ginevra could see. For no apparent reason, her heart same with Marcus began to pick its rate.

Sweat trickled on her forehead until she lost him.

“Marcus!” She tried to call after his name, but it only echoed.

Her fruitless efforts had been put in vain the moment Marcus slipped away from her sight. The silhouette she was running after vanish behind those trees and so she was left there. Panting miserably, Gineva roamed her eyes.

“Where am I?” She said.

She knew that she is still inside Salem, but she couldn’t exactly pin point her exact location. She could use her magical power but she didn’t take that option yet. Sometimes, witches often get exhausted using magic, because it fed on their strength. It was latching after their body, and how much they can give in through it.

Gineva stop for a moment.

“This is getting nowhere.” Now she can tell that she lost just like what she assumed she would be.

She couldn’t trace where Marcus had gone to, but Gineva isn’t somebody who would just gave up. She closed her eyes and began tracking where he could had been. She gritted her teeth, when she felt the magic she used feeding on the strength left on her. She tried to use a small portion of it, and she did not failed. She could feel Marcus, but Gineva couldn’t help, but frowns.

The latter is no longer running. He is no longer drifting away, but he settled on one particular location, but that wasn’t what surprised her.

On that place, she could also felt the others. But they seems weak, and something was draining their magic. As if, they were being suck, somebody was feeding on they gift they had been bestow with.

“Oh g—god!” Shock was an understatement for the vision she saw, she calmed herself first. Right before a determine look flashed across her eyes. “I needed to go and save them.”

And that’s what exactly Gineva did. In spite of her state, and the danger that was unbeknownst to her, she continue. But her arrival had only made her fallen for the trap she couldn’t tell what may have been. Same with Marcus and the others, she had fallen as one of the victims. And it wasn’t just her. It seems like everybody—each witches had been given the same vision as if they purposely summoned, and compelled to be in that place.

Whereas their magic power were being taken, stolen from them.

“That’s was horrible.” Nerissa commented after she heard Gineva’s story about what took place.

“It was just a relief that you found us before it became too late, Nerissa.” Gineva smiled at her. “If it wasn’t for you, I don’t exactly know what would happen.” She added sincerely before reaching out to hold the Queens hand.

“And I am glad I came on time.” Nerissa gave her hand a small and soft squeeze. “So, what would happen now?”

“There would be an investigation, and so the forest would be forbidden for anybody to cross as it profess danger and risk.” Gineva seriously said.

On the other hand, Nerissa’s stomach churned. If it would be forbidden to enter the forest, then what she came for her would all be futile. Inside the forest, to where it lies, there is this stream, a falls, which had been in aid for ages. It have a crystalline water, which mirrored what she had been asking for years. It is the bridge to where the past and future lies. It gripped her heart.

“That reminds me, what you may have been here for?” Gineva lifted her head.

“I am hoping to sought for your help.” Nerissa admitted.

“What help that I could aid the Queen of Devonshire?” Gineva asked.

Their eyes meet.

“The same help you had given to me during the dark ages, Gineva.” The Queen boldly said.

“Your highness...” The latter trailed of.

“I know I promise not to do it again.” Nerissa looks away. “But I needed to.”

“What for, when the storm isn’t brewing yet just like what the prophecy said?” Gineva looks confuse—confounded at may have been running on her mind. “It is not yet to happen—”

But she cut her off.

“It is for my son.” Nerissa said.

And that was enough for Gineva to sealed her mouth shut.

“For the eldest?” She hopes.

Nerissa shook her head.

“No, it is for Tarik.”

And Gineva isn’t a fool at what Queen was trying to achieve.

“It will cost you something again.” She warned her.

“I know.” Nerissa was stubborn, and she could see that no matter how much she urge her not to, she wouldn’t listen.

“You know this time it may not ask for your life, your highness.” She sighs

“What do you mean?” The grab her attention.

Gineva hardened her face.

“There are some things, which should be paid with what it would be asking from you. Heed my warning, but if you wanted to continue, I won’t stop you, your highness.”

She was hoping for her to say no, but same as what Gineva expected, the Queen is more hard-headed than before.

“I’ll pay whatever it takes for me to see again in the future.”

“I warned you.” She whispered before she fears that she would be able to see something, which would definitely break her apart.

Tarik and His curse, the mate, which Gineva had a dreamt before would possibly Nerissa would used to save him. She wished she wouldn’t have done it, or it will bring more destruction towards the Royal bloods of Devonshire, including the two other Kingdoms. It would invoke another darkness... And there’s no assurance whether they would be able to succeed this time.

On the other hand, Devon had lost count of how long had she stay inside Helena’s cabin.

The more she stay inside, the more things are slowly getting weirder. Helena hadn’t shared to her yet what it is all about. She said that they needed to make sure that nobody would be able to hear what they are going to speak about. With her being odd, now Devon is torn whether to share her situation with her.

She watched her as she keeps her eyes close.

“What are you doing now?” She asked.

“I am enchanting a barrier around my cabin.” Helena whispered, shushing Devon.

“But isn’t just a question isn’t it?” She frowns.

“No, as I said to you, it is taboo, Devon.” After enchanting some things, Helena glanced at her.

“Why is it taboo, and what is the prophecy you were taking about earlier?” Devon asked.

“It is about the two mates I had foresaw.” Helena turns her head away as her gaze drifted towards the horizon. “And it doesn’t offer much as they mirrored the chaos that is yet to happen, Devon.”

“A chaos?” She gulps.

And each seconds, each words she spoke about is making her more nervous.

“Yes.” Helena heaved a deep sight. “Two mates mean one reflected a good fortune or a fate incomparable towards the other as he reign, but on the other hand, the second mate mean as if he mirrors the destruction, the storm and catalyst he would brew in our realm. There would be ruins, and nobody would survive the wrath he’ll bring across.” Helena explained to her and added.

“And what about the third one?” Devon gnawed her bottom lips.

Her hand felt clammy. Her throat are becoming dry the more she found out about it.

“The woman?”

“Yes.” She slowly nodded her head. “What happened to her or what may happen to her?”

“It depends.” Vaguely, Helena uttered so low under her breathe, but fair enough to reach Devon’s ears.

“Depends on what?” This made her gulps the lump that was slowly forming inside her throat.

“Depends to what the choices she’ll made between the two.” Helena finally muttered. “If she choose one, the prophecy would happen, but I don’t assure you that there wouldn’t be any sacrifices that would happen.”

“And if she choose not either of those tow mate.” She was hoping that Helena would have her answer.

But the latter only look at her sadly.

“I don’t know, but some says that she won’t no longer have fate weaved for her, meaning if she existed without it, misfortune would chase after that woman.” Helena stood up. “She would be drag to where some who had existed with the same unknown fate as hers.”

“And where would it be?”

She had her suspicions already.

“To the abyss.” Helena’s voice trembled. It faltered as if that mere word had cause for her stomach to churned. “To where the souls are being...tormented.”

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