Tux and Spell

The Seventh Daughter

This night was cooler than the night before. Even though the weather in this city tends to be rainy and cold, this night feels very different, the cold wind is chilling to the bone. But a woman was standing facing the wide-open window, facing the roar of the night wind and gazing with a single point of focus in front of her.

The woman with long black hair with a pale white face stood stiffly in front of the open window, as if the cold night had not pierced her skin, her eyes looking straight ahead. The woman's home was located in an uninhabitable apartment right in the heart of downtown San Jose, California, the chain of buildings in front of her seemed out of sight. She closed his eyes to help himself focus on one goal.

The woman put all her energy center into knowing the state and whereabouts of her little girl, Sofia. A ridiculous suicide attempt, wondering where Sofia is in this precarious situation. Sofia had to be found immediately and in his arms. However, only she can do it.

Her lawyers have said how dangerous this case is that if allowed to drag on, she could lose custody of Sofia. The woman in the dark blue nightgown remained stiff despite the sound of distant thunder - resistance.

The kid kidnapper realized her actions. To hell with the sisterhood !! Kidnapping her child is reason enough to kill one another, even one another. Sofia is his, that's what she will keep if need be until he dies.

Mallory is the seventh daughter of seven children. She was born almost dead because her breathing hole was blocked. Mallory's baby was declared dead by some doctors 1 minute after birth, due to a heartbeat that stopped shortly after the baby's blood-stained figure emerged from its mother's womb.

The mother tightly embraced the child to the seven of her and wept bitterly. It is said that the mother was a Spanish-born sorcerer who had very strong mystical powers. A sorcerer, not only able to cast spells and project her power against certain objects but had an additional power which was extremely forbidden, spoke and interacted with beings from different realms.

The mother, knowing that her child had died at birth, concentrated her remaining energies on asking her best friend from another dimension about the state of the baby girl lying rigidly in her arms.

"Clean her mouth with your hand - something is blocking her breathing! Then blow some of your energy through her mouth!" The invisible command of the figure of a close friend of the middle-aged woman who sat limply on the hospital bed. She did what she was told.

Ten seconds later, there was a small coughing sound - the baby girl who was declared dead was coughing !! Not long after that, the baby was crying loudly. The middle-aged woman, whose entire body was drenched in sweat and blood, laughed so loudly that all the nurses and doctors who were waiting outside the room according to the patient's request, ran inside, asking what had happened.

"My daughter is alive !!" She shouted at the two doctors and three nurses who came into her room running in surprise.

The surviving baby was named Mallory Elizabeth, the only child to have the last name Elizabeth - due to the divorce of mother and father. Mallory's father left his wife and children for reasons of foreign trade - however, it didn't take a sorcerer's strength to know, that the fifty-year-old had decided to give up his responsibilities.

Molly - people call her since she was a child, she was born with a very pale face, even paler than her mother. If only her hair weren't black - she would have been called an Albino descent. But she also has the most dominant power, since childhood, she has been quietly communicating with different dimensional beings to be invited to exchange ideas. Often her siblings were surprised by little Molly's clever words.

"He said Ice cream would kill you," said four-year-old little Molly to her sister. "Haha ... bullshit !! how could it be like that !!" Answered her second sister when the seven siblings had an excursion in the park. They saw a young girl buying an ice cream cone with strawberry flavor that evoked the eyes. "Ice cream is very famous for its deliciousness!"

"No ... today that ice cream will kill anyone who eats it !!" Little Molly replied, still looking straight at the little girl who had just eaten the ice cream in question, "soon the girl who ate the ice cream fell, then she had a seizure on the grass in the garden - suddenly all the visitors surrounded the girl," she was poisoned. The ice cream merchant put something in it, my friend said a pack of high doses of morphine. "

The mother was shocked to hear the narrative of her youngest child and hugged Molly tightly, "Don't talk to anyone about your friend, okay? Only Mommy can you talk about her!" The mother ordered, whispering in Molly's ear. In that instant, the mother realized that Molly was a generation of very talented sorcerers - perhaps even greater than herself.

Since the incident in the park, little Molly has never discussed her conversations with her other special friends with anyone, except her mother. Molly grew up to be a quiet child and she made more and more "friends" from that other dimension.

The friend sometimes helps her, sometimes tells her about their gloomy past, Malory only listens and advises to let go of what happened in the past and to continue his life in the next world. They make friends, tell each other and provide support. For this precarious situation, her friends could not help.

Mallory was shocked and fell on the floor of her private room, her energy was not enough to penetrate the place where Sofya was hidden. It took a few minutes to get up and take her cell phone on the nightstand.

Mallory dialed with a vibrating hand her lawyer number, she had to quickly get to the man.

Roderick that man, although he seems less intelligent and arrogant, the proof is that he is patient enough to deal with women like him. Mallory was aware that she was being annoyed in front of her lawyer, but she was not in the mood to be kind in front of a man. She had been let down by one man, she didn't need another man to disappoint her.

"Mr. Roderick !! We have to meet tomorrow, my house - downtown San Jose, ten minutes from La Pinata. I don't need to tell you, you've tracked me down, haven't you?" She said quickly when Roderick connected on the phone line, "I'll wait for tomorrow at 10 am !!" Molly hung up unilaterally before Roderick could say anything except "Hello."

Molly put her cell phone on her back and lay shaking on her bed. Her strength drained, her face, which was indeed pale, looked completely colorless. Pale as lifeless.