The Witch Sisters and The Wolves

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Tala Hill

I didn't want to hear their arguments so I immediately entered the room. I stopped momentarily when I saw the brown-haired guy sitting on the chair on the bed where Maya was sleeping. He was looking at Maya dreamily. I picked up the closest thing to me, which was a bowl, hoping to throw it at him. But the brown haired guy suddenly turned in my direction and when he saw me he was overcome with fear. The fear on his face was like seeing a ghost. The guy turned pale and quickly stood up. “I’m not doing anything bad to h-her. I promise!” he mumbled while raising his hands in surrender. He was trembling.

I might have laughed right away when he said those words. If only I was not annoyed by the expression on his face. “Liar. Get the hell out of here!”

Following my order, he stumbled his way out of the room. After he was gone, I sat down in the chair he was sitting in earlier. I looked at Maya and removed some strands of hair that were covering her face. I suddenly remembered what the blue haired man had said. That I was an elemental witch. This is correct. Because I can control the wind.

Witches and wizards are divided into three types. Elementals who can control and emit elements such as fire, air, water, and earth. An Elemental can only control one type of element and they don't need spells to do so. This is where I belonged. There are also Casters who still need spells and wands to use their magic. This is where Aunt Kyndra belongs. And then there were the Healers. Of all witches, Healers are rare and almost extinct. They could heal others using their magic but instead of that, the wound or pain of the person they treated would go to the Healers. That was why they had amazing regenerative ability, so that the wound or disease they get from treating a person can be cured immediately. And among them is Maya

I sighed. I was sure she had used her magic to heal the wound I had sustained. I looked down and took my sister’s hand. “You shouldn't have done that, Maya,” I said.

“Which one?” she asked. Her voice was soft.

I looked at her and was very pleased to see that she was finally awake. “You shouldn't have healed me, Maya,” I answered. “I don’t want you to suffer,” I added.

“And what, just let you bleed there to death? I won't do that especially since I have the ability to heal you,” she reasoned out. She slowly sat down and leaned against the headboard of the bed.

I shook my head. “Maya, we are not yet immortal. It would endanger you. I don't want that to happen. No matter how fast your wounds are healed, you could still die,” I whispered. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Tala, the same goes for you. You shouldn’t just rush into a battle just for the sake of me. Those people could have hurt you!” She touched her palm on my cheek. “You are my only sister. I don’t know what I would do if something bad happened to you,” she said emotionally.

I sighed and felt guilty. We both feel the same. I don't even know

what to do if something bad happens to Maya. “I only did that to protect you. They were trying to take you. I don't want that to happen. I don't want to be away from you,” I mumbled.

She smiled softly. “I know, and I'm really thankful. I just can't accept seeing you getting hurt because of me,” she said, her voice breaking as if she was about to cry. I stood up and hugged her. “Sshh, please don't cry,” I whispered into her ear. I patted her head, consoling her.

“I’m not crying,” she mumbled.

“Yes you will,” I answered.

I heard her soft laugh. “Where are we anyway?” she suddenly asked.

I was on full alert. I almost forgot that we were still in the hands of the creatures who wanted to take Maya. We shouldn’t be having fun yet. “I think we are in the hotel suite of the guys who tried to take you,” I said. That was also based on the expensive items and decorations I saw in both the room and the living room.

Maya’s eyes widened at what I said. “What?” she asked. “We have to get out of here.” I stood up and opened the adjacent window. Both of us could pass through it. I peeked out and almost fainted when I saw that we were on the top floor of the hotel. So I was right in suspecting that we were in a hotel.

Can I control the magic to fly us out of this place?

Nope.

I need to trust myself. Because otherwise we won’t be able to get out of here. I will just think of doing it to save Maya. It’s for her safety.

“I could use my magic to—”

I couldn’t continue what I was going to say because of Maya’s sudden scream, calling my name. It was all over. As I was about to turn to her, the man with the black hair quickly approached me. I panicked and my mind went blank.

He effortlessly pinned me to the wall. “Sorry, but I cannot let you leave here,” he said, his face inches away from mine. “And do you think you’ll actually be able to stop us?” he asked, grinning at me. I wanted to whack his face for smiling at me. I hate it, yet there's butterflies in my stomach. It tickled me. I hate this feeling.

I was about to use my magic again to summon a strong wind when suddenly a collar was put on my neck. And in an instant, I could no longer feel the flow of my magic. “W-what did you do?” I asked. I was dumbfounded at what just happened.

“It's an antimagic item. It will stop you from summoning gusts of wind. And you cannot run away from us. I'm sorry but you will have to wear it for the meantime,” he answered.

I already heard about what he said. Those are the things that can stop the magic of a witch or wizard. But as far as I know, it is hard to find that kind of item. I glared at the guy. We can’t get out of here if I cannot use my magic.

“I hate you,” I said, full of anger.

He was not affected by what I said, instead, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “Too bad. I can’t just let you go.” He brought me closer until our noses were almost touching, his lips mere inches away from mine. “Because I really like you.”

My knees suddenly went weak. Darn it.