BECOMING WHITE WITCH

CHAPTER 1

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 !! ”