The Menace of Rosy White

?Chapter Eight?

Chapter Eight

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The two went inside this old-fashioned inn. “Do you live here?” Rosy asked while glancing in every detail of the inn. She was still anxious of how Sparsha greeted her today. Who would knew that she was purely wasting her time in this journey?

Rosy was tricked by those ungracious dwarves. Nikolas offered her a seat as they got inside. She sat and looked back him.

He’s a gentleman. Rosy noticed it. Even when this was the first time she saw such fine and good-looking young man.

“No. I am a travelling craftsman from the North of Sparsha and earlier, I delivered my goods here in the center market. And you?” Nikolas answered. He really owe Rosy for what she miraculously did to his horse—if she was not there in the market, he wouldn’t be able to deliver his good to his merchants.

“Oh well, I’m from Enkanta and never leave my town until today. I sneaked out just to, to get here and find the Witch Master,” Rosy really felt that guilt as she said that. Who wouldn’t? She had never done such craziness in her whole life!

She was the most obedient child in the family.

Not until today.

For honor’s at stake! She was more than determined to find a witch master—she still believed..

Nikolas frowned in awe. “Witch Master?” He sat down and seemed wanted to have more conversation with Rosy. Nikolas felt there’s something good in Rosy and that he wanted to offer help to this gorgeous young lady.

“I am a descendant from a white witch family,” Rosy said with much pride and honor. Less she knew that it drew much astonishment to Nikolas—he never knew white witches still do exist, after hundreds of years of all most people thought, they’d just vanished.

“Oh, really? No wonder you have a good spell earlier,” But the young man hid his enthusiasm towards Rosy and instead teased her. He just met the girl yet as if,  he felt they’d been acquainted for so long. Even he wondered, didn’t he already met Rosy, did he? But where?

Rosy couldn’t deny it. She smiled and nodded. “That was a good joke, Nikolas.” Everyone knew her failure back in Enkanta. That was no secret—she was a menace. Not just to her family but to all of the white witches’ clan.

“No, really, I mean, you supposed to shrink that dwarf, didn’t you?” He saw it earlier. When Rosy casted her spell bravely and Nikolas was anticipating that those silly small-creatures will eventually withered more.

That was interesting for Nikolas.

“Yeah but you see, it’ll always turned out the opposite of how I wanted something, I am bad at magic and spell.” Rosy admitted. That was why she sneaked out and tried her luck to find a witch master in Sparsha.

“So, that’s why you’re seeking for a Witch Master?” She nodded thrice as her response to his query. She was still determined that she might find a real one—someone who could trained her in a day. “I badly wanted to be trained. I want to give honor to my family and prove myself that I was not born to be unlucky and bad luck,” Rosy stared at Nikolas blue eyes, with much sincerity in her soul, she wished to convey her silent resilience of how resolute she was—and that could someone like him understood her..

Well, Widow is a friend, she always understood Rosy and together with her friends in the forest—those animals she talked through her thoughts. But a mere human like her mother, Lili, her sisters, Mia and Chelo—she never get the chance of being heard..

Like this moment that Nikolas tried to lend his ear to her. This irony she grasped in a short meeting with this strange young man—she felt she was something significant to be heard, right here in this table while he was earnestly giving his precious time to Rosy.

A travelling craftsman must be very busy, Rosy presumed.

“And who says that, Rosy—that you’re a bad luck?” Hearing such word from Rosy, Nikolas apprehended that she was not being treated fairly. Rosy seemed nice—no, she really is nice and kind!  “..by your own family, is that so?” And Nikolas just couldn’t believe it when she responded her sweetest smile.

Was she supposed to get mad?

She placed her hands on the table and clasped. She breathe an air and smiled at him. “But I understand them. I always do. It’s just I need to prove to myself my worth in this world, being a white witch,” Above all, even if his late father was long rested—she wished to bring honor on his grave, at least. But Rosy couldn’t deny the fact that she’d be heading back home empty handed. “..yet guess, I’ll go home tomorrow with nothing to bear.” She could imagine now her mother’s face seeing her messed up again—leaving all the house works for a day unattended with no food on their plates.

Did Mia and Chelo cooked for mother? Rosy all thought. Even if they had done so much deviousness—even Widow encouraged her to stand for herself, she always thought about her mother and sisters.

“I’m sorry tell you that I never heard about a certain Witch Master here, Rosy. I wished to help you but you’ve been fooled by those ungrateful dwarves,” Nikolas concluded as he stood up when the inn’s keeper approached the two and handed their necessities for the night.

“I guess so,” Rosy stood up along with Nikolas. The man faced her and gently tapped her shoulder.

“Well, sleep now. You have a long way to go tomorrow,” He said before turning his back and left her a smile. Nikolas was too tired and wished to rest as well—and he knew, Rosy badly wanted to.  Amidst of all her gloomy fate as she travelled in Sparsha for the first time yet turned too sour for her—Rosy really need recreation.

“Thank you, Nikolas. You too,” As she bid farewell to Nikolas before she walked upstairs where the inn keeper gestured her to.