Woodchoppers Secret

Chapter Fourteen | The Fire

| M A T I A S |

I walk into the village, where different types of Markets were held. But noticing that only a few stores were open, this never happens, and if so, then someone very important has passed away. I notice people holding newsletters as they walk around gasping. I rose a slight eyebrow.

'What's going on?' Max whispers in my head. 'I don't know,' I answer. I reach the post office, wanting to send a few letters to my father. The moment I step inside the great atmosphere, Mark was wearing black. Black Apron, along with his wife Kate standing beside him.

"Mark? What's going on?" He glances up at me, his eyes a dark green as he shakes his head. His grey hairs spike through different place, as he hands me the newsletter. I rose a confuse eyebrow, taking it from his grasp. The moment I look down, I feel my heart drop down. No.

"She was my favourite customer, and to hear this happen, it makes no sense." I see the bond font of the head line.

The Future Queen of England Has Passed Away!

A sad, cherish moment for us all. The future Queen of England has taken her passing yesterday night at nine to one, after being notified almost immediately of her body being found near the mountain in the forest. Princess Anastasia Garcia. Has died. She was the best of the Royal Family, her kindness, her brightness, her smile will always be remembered.

Maids, guards and children from the Palace exclaimed on how she wouldn't let them do anything for her, on how tough and truthful she was. She was a good soul, gone to soon.

We had a bright future with her as a Future Queen. Now, what was the meaning of our 'bright future' with her gone.

It was the moment of regret, the moment I saw the picture of her. I couldn't let go. Her brown hair loosely down in perfect curls as a crown, a rose gold crown stood perfectly on top of her head. Her brown perfect eyes, almost hazel as her smile took over her face. The freckles, her red lips. Her hands was under her chin, she looked perfect.

And to know she was gone; I feel something strike my heart. My mate is dead. Because of me, I let her go last night, I let her go and look what happened. She was the Queen, I talked a load of rubbish about her, not knowing it was her. She really didn't know. And now, all I could do is blame myself.

My mate is dead. But I don't feel anything, was I not meant to?

'Something doesn't feel right.' Max whispers.

'I know.'

| A N A S T A S I A |

A week, maybe a month, you would not know living in a basement. I did nothing wrong, I have never backlashed, shouted, or did anything out of anger or spite. I have always taught myself to be a kind, loving and simple human being. I do not understand why bad things would happen to good people. Maybe I deserved this?

No one would probably care about me dying, because everyone thought of me as a spoilt brat who go everything she ever wanted with a snap of daddy's finger. I pick myself up from the ground of the basement, looking around for some sort of way to escape

I push my dirty hair behind my ears, I have not showered, I have not eaten. It was as if my mother was seriously trying to kill me, as if she wanted me to die on purpose for a reason I yet to understand. I hear a creak of a floorboard; I look down and raise a slight eyebrow as I crouch to my knees. My fingers trace the wooden floor before trying to lift it up.

"You will not find an escape, so stop trying." My head shoots up to my mother face, her dim blue eyes staring horridly into my own. I immediately stand up as she walks inside the room, her hands stroking my cheeks.

"How could you do this? To your own daughter."

"You are no daughter of mine, you are a mistake, you are worthless, you are a disgrace to my family name. You have no power, you have no control, you have nothing. You, and your books, your studies, you ruined everything! I made sure to make the village despise you, and for that, they do not care about your death, they do not care about you. Because not only are you worthless in my eyes, you are worthless in theirs." I tried swallowing the tears that wanted to fall down my eyes, I tried. So hard.

There is a saying in books, sticks and stone's may break your bones but words can never hurt you. Well, there is evidence, that words indeed could. It is not about the abuse, or physical, her words let alone could break my sensitive self, and it has. She achieved what she wanted. She takes out her pair of scissors and stares at my golden hair.

"You are not leaving for a shower, so I might as well make it easier for you." She grabs the back of my hair, but this time, I fight her. I grab onto her wrist and push her hands away from the only thing that made me beautiful.

"Do not ever touch me again."

"Oh, well, look at you, is Anastasia getting a little big for her boots?" She growls,

"I know what you have done, harming children, how do you sleep at night? Hearing the cries, the screams of mothers, does this make you feel powerful?"

"They are not humans to be mothers, we need to end these species before they outgrow us."

"They already have, and you, you are fearful of them having power over you, so the moment you knew, I knew of this recent incident you had to take me down. You own daughter, where do you get this from?"

"I beg your pardon, everything you said is untrue, I never fear anyone."

"Yes you do." She rose an eyebrow, shaking her head before trying to walk away.

"You fear me." There, she stops in her steps. her back facing me. "You fear that I can take over you, any minute. And I will, I will make sure, you go down. Because, you do not deserve the crown-"

"And you do? You are a spoilt-"

"No, I am not. I will say this one time, and one time only, I will take you down, I will ruin your reputation, I will reveal the truth and I will become Queen of this country and fix your hideous mistakes. I will end you, so watch your back mother, you can keep me down here for as long as you want, just watch your back because I had enough of being kind towards those who do not deserve it."