The Alpha’s Witch Mate

Episode 8

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“She won’t be easy to end. But it is possible and that’s why we are here to help you. Because, asides from the werewolves, she’s your next biggest threat and you need to get her off your radar.”

“How?”

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My question obviously fell on deaf ears as they ignored me once again. “Child, we need to move on to the next thing in these halls,” Sabrina finally spoke up like I didn’t just ask how to end my sister.

“I just asked a very important question which is how I will actually end her. My sister. Amanda!” I repeated myself and the voice hesitated for a moment before it spoke up.

“You see, the problem with you is that you are so quick to dive. But not to worry, your mother was that way too. She eventually came to understand that the world of magic had due process you have to follow so you can make progress. And I just say she died an honorable death. May her dust Rest In Peace with the ancestors,” the voice said and I kept mute.

“Okay. Whatever you say. Is there anything else?” I asked. My feet were killing me and I was tired of looking crazy to the servants who would pass every now and then.

“The answer to all your questions lies within this hall,” the voice continued and I listened intently.

“The writings on the wall. Go back to those writings again,” Sabrina said and I walked all the way over to where I had started from. “Now what?” I said as I groaned inwardly.

“What do you know about the inscriptions on the wall?” She asked and I thought for a moment because now she had made it clear to me that everything I knew and read as a child was a lie.

“What does it matter what I know? Just tell me what it is. After all, everything I know is a lie,” I mumbled.

“Nonsense, child!” The voice thundered and I found myself standing at attention.

“There is little truth in what you have read and known all these years. Now, tell us what you know,” he continued and I swallowed hard before finally finding my voice to talk about it.

“Well, I know that they are ancient inscriptions that speak of peace and love between the Elders and the normal witches,” I said. In the land of the witches, there were grades of witches. And witches were graded according to the power they possessed. Elder witches were said to have died off long before my great-grandmother was even born. Legend has it that those witches possessed immense power that oftentimes, they couldn’t control. Most of them were bundled and locked up by the supposed “normal” witches for fear of wreaking havoc. But as time passed, they all died off and were swept off the face of the earth like they never existed.

“According to what I read, the person who made these inscriptions on these walls was an elder witch and it is written in the Elder language. The elder language, unfortunately, went extinct years back and no one is able to mutter them or interpret them,” I said, letting out a deep breath and that was when I realized that I held my breath all through the time I was giving my explanation.

“Good,” the voice said slowly in a raspy tone.

“Really? So now what does it actually mean?” I asked, already losing patience.

“What you have said is as wrong as it is right,” the voice said and I tried to think of what he meant by that.

“You see, those writings on the wall were indeed written by an Elder witch. And it was written for peace. But there is a different motif behind those words on the wall,” the voice said and paused to clear his throat then continued.

“Those words written on that wall were written to destroy an Elder witch,” he finished and paused. I paused to think long and hard but it wasn’t clicking.

“What do you mean? Why would an Elder witch write a spell that would kill him?” I asked, confused.

“You see, Elders wield powers they cannot control. That Elder witch was tired of falling out of control all her life. They weren’t easy to kill so she concocted something. She came up with this brilliant idea of a spell that can end an Elder. If said the right way and done right here in these halls, you can end an Elder,” Sabrina said I hummed.

“So, the ritual has to be done right here in these halls and said the right way for it to work?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Alright, except there are no Elders anymore. They died off a long time ago. Is that correct?” I asked and they cackled lightly.

“That is correct. But an Elder's blood still lives. And that is your sister,” they said and I refused to believe it.

“Impossible. My sister? We were born to the same parents. If she’s Elder, I’m Elder too. Is it not?” I asked and they laughed out loud again. I started to question my entire existence. What was going on? Should I really listen to a bunch of voices cackling in my halls by that time of the day?

“She’s your half-sister,” the voice said and I was taken aback.

“Oh wow. I knew I was definitely a nut case. I’m going to sleep,” I said, walking as fast as I can to my door. I reached out to the handle to open it up but it didn’t open up. I tried muttering some spells to open it up but it didn’t open up. “What’s happening?” I muttered under my breath.

“Child! We are entities. You cannot leave us until we leave you. And until that happens, we’re in your head and there is no escape. You have no other choice but to listen.”