BECOMING WHITE WITCH

20 years ago ; Even the heavy rain and the thundering clouds could not move Matilda away from the corpse. The corpse of a women . She stood straight , at attention holding a small bundle of blankets in her hands .  Eyes that once were a vibrant purple , now just white . Milky white . Red lips parted in faint smile . Body wrapped in white just like her hair . But , Matilda could do nothing , just watch . Just watch with tears in her eyes . Tears that she would not let fall . Shedding of her tears will bring consequences . Letting her tears fall will mean she will have to let go . Let go of her anger . Her anguish . She cannot afford to let go of the fire brewing in her black heart . Heart ; black with hatred for the people responsible for the death of the one person who ever thought of her . The woman who taught her love . The women who gave her hope . The one who made her laugh . The one who taught her the importance of tears . The one person Matilda loved more than life , the one person that made her black heart beat . The one person Matilda would do anything to protect , to bring her back  to life . To once again listen to her laugh . To once again chase her as she ran away from Matilda . To once again see her soulful eyes . To once again watch her dance . That one person is gone forever , and nothing could be done . Everything else was a blur of motion for Matilda . She didn't notice the other two people standing beside her , two men , crying silently over the death of the Women . Matilda doesn't notice the eerie silence in the graveyard . She doesn't notice the wind had stopped moving , the insects not making any noise . Matilda didn’t notice every being mourning for the women . She doesn't notice the melancholy . Even the small bundle of blankets she was holding , was silent .  Matilda looked down at the bundle of white hair peeking from the blankets held in her hands . The last souvenir she had left of the woman . The last ray of hope . Her sanity and now her life . The child was only an hour old but still looked like one week old . The magic flowing in its body was already so strong and potent , one could feel it from miles . The same magic the mother carried in her veins .  The same that lead in her death . The same magic that is going to be the salvation of millions of creatures that reside in this magical realm . The same magic that can lead in the death of the child . Matilda is aware , if she stayed here much longer than necessary she will endanger the child . But she cannot leave without doing one last task . If she didn’t do this she will never be able to forgive herself . Matilda got on her knees with the baby still in her hands . She needs to do one last thing before she leave this place for good . Matilda puts the baby on the Women's chest and stood up turning around to look at the men that she had neglected for this long  nodding her head at them . The men , identical in looks different in powers , looked at each other before nodding back at Matilda . They knew it was time . They put up the guard , putting more of their magic in the ward spell that they put around the graveyard for cloaking their presence . They did a whole conversation with their eyes , without needing to speak . Their silence said more words than they could ever speak . Matilda looked down , the child was cooing at her mother, laughing slightly , offering her small fist wet with saliva to her mother . A few centuries ago Matilda would not have felt anything but today looking at the innocent child trying to wake up her mother , who will never wake up or pick her up  and hug her tightly to her chest , made her nauseous with sadness . The child doesn't know her mother will never wake up again , she will never pepper her with kisses , never see her grow up . This child will never know her mother . Seeing this innocence , this love of a child who even had not been held properly by her mother once , this desperation for a mother’s love , bought new wave of tears to her eyes . Matilda was now even more determined to let the child have a piece of her mother other than her magic , even if it meant Matilda will only have memories to cherish for the rest of her life . "eam rursus amore celebramus amore amant eam ponerem lugentibus eius fragmen ea manebo huc in virtute amoris . " Matilda called her inner magic to beg the creators , the source of magic , the Gods of magic . She begged them to listen to her spell , the spell she vowed to never use in her existence . The spell she was not allowed to use . The spell of love . "Every one needs love to exist Matilda....you may not understand the meaning of it now but you will one day . Everything happens for a greater cause . Our creators made us to spread love in the midst of this negativity . We are the products of love . " She had once said to Matilda . Matilda never understood how can someone love even the lowest of creatures , who had done even the dirtiest of deeds ? How can someone forgive the wrong doers and love them again ? What is LOVE ? Even as blood started to trickle down her nose , Matilda kept repeating the spell over and over again . " Matilda you have to know I love him . I can't just leave him because you don't trust him . This child growing inside me also belongs to him !! " She had tears rolling down her cheeks as she had shouted at Matilda . Matilda knew that the demon had been manipulating her but she failed to prove it . Every time she came close to exposing him he somehow slipped out of the situation . That was the last day Matilda saw her , alive . 'LOVE' .  Matilda thought bitterly as she sank  to her knees , the ground beneath her wet and muddy from the rain that stopped long ago , from the power of her spell that was growing rapidly . It was not LOVE . It was hunger . Hunger for more power . Hunger to be the strongest . Hunger to be the King . More blood trickled from Matilda's ears and nose as she kept repeating he spell . Begging for once to be heard  . But she can't keep the memories at bay . They kept on coming again and again . One after another . Ciaran . A demon . Handsome and charming . Soul that was black with greed and hunger . But she was not able to prove it to one person that mattered the most . Matilda had seen right through his fake charmness  into his soul . Unfortunately for her she couldn't protect anyone else . The whole royal family is now gone . Dead . Each and every creature . Children , mortals , immortals , servants , guards and everyone else . Only the four of them are alive . ‘Firth’ is now in ruins and so will be other realms if she didn't save the baby . The magic was steadily growing in air but it was not only coming from Matilda , both the men standing at guard were sending there own spells to strengthen Matilda's spell . Matilda was really grateful as their time was ticking up . Matilda looked at them but a sudden burst of light coming from the corpse took her attention . One could clearly see the fascinated child giggling happily sitting on its dead mother's now sparkling body , totally unaware of the dangers lurking , but that was not what Matilda was staring at . The corpse was turning into ashes slowly soon it will totally disappear and become a charmed pendant of sort . This is the last Matilda will ever see of 'her' . She had a sad smile on her face . “ Matilda , they are nearby we have to leave otherwise they will sense our magic .” I know she thought to herself as one of the two men reminded her . She knows of the danger but she cannot pull her eyes away from the scene in front of her . She kept standing there transfixed . Mesmerized . Slowly but steadily the body had turned into ashes . The baby was fully covered in grey ashes and brown mud but there was a beautiful pendant on its neck now . “Matilda !! WE . NEED . TO . MOVE . RIGHT . NOW . ” The man punctuated each word more forcefully than the other , his accent high . I know she thought again as she watched the baby search for its suddenly lost mother , flaying its small chubby arms first , then finally wailing high when her mother didn’t return . All the while Matilda could hear the whispers of wind telling her she had limited time left . Finally having watched enough of the crying baby she picked it up and turned around , ready to go . “ I never understood love but your child will always be loved , it’s a vow on my magic , Ashley !! ”