Ada: The Witch Huntress

Chapter 10: The Blind Sorceress

    Mi’andela gasped as she bolted awake to the haunting dream she just had. Gylyios, or the infamous dragon of death, more commonly known as the mad dragon, suddenly appeared in Wicceros.

    It was already late when she received the news of his appearance in Zaltis, the land of the ordinary or non-magic people of Wicceros called Wiccans. Gylyios has already engulfed the whole kingdom in his orange flames before her people could even send help. 

    Then, the dragon soared next to Samaria, the land of the shapeshifting people of Wicceros known as Therians, and started blasting his magical blue flames across its towns. Therians, who are known to be the strongest Wiccan-kind, put up a fight. She has also sent her most potent mages to help the Therians defend their home from the wrath of the monster of death. However, not a single soul survived his burning rage. 

    Lastly, he went to the Empire of Alendar, the home to thousands of Magians— the magical people of the realm of Wicceros. Gylyios destroyed every town before he went for the heart of Alendar, which is Qi’lentir, her home. She couldn’t do anything but shed a tear as she watched him destroy her people— her empire and the entire realm of Wicceros, for there was nothing else she could do.

    Gylyios is a mere myth, but Gylyios appearing in her dream is not something to be shrugged off, for he was a harbinger. She should be relieved, for she wouldn’t be able to see this dream coming true because they took away her sight in exchange for her foresight. 

    She ran her hands through her arms as she quivered at the foreboding thought. 

     The imminent war is about to come for He has risen. 

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    Ada felt something crawling all over her. Is she dead? Are there maggots already feeding on her rotten body? She flinched as an insect stung the left part of her belly.

    Am I supposed to feel that? Wait. Did I just move?

    Her eyes are still shut, and she can’t still move a muscle.

    Am I still alive or what? Wait, why would I think I’d be dead?

    A crease formed in her forehead as she thought hard of what had just happened. Then, she let out a loud series of coughs that made her realize that she’s now able to breathe through her mouth. Soon, she started to open her eyes slowly. However, everything is still dark. Then, she perceived a familiar scent. It was the smell of damp soil.

    Oh, heck! Am I already buried somewhere? Or is this just Laria’s garden?

    Then, she heard the clicking sound of insects and the sudden rustling of leaves as the cold air reached her skin. She tried moving her fingers one by one, and she felt the weight of her head resting on her arms. She can feel anything now. Her senses came back to her one by one. She realized that she’s lying face down on the muddy ground and her neck cracked as she tried moving it to see where in the heck she’s currently is clearly. She was pretty surprised when she saw that she’s currently in a vast space of what looks like a forest. There are numerous untamed bushes around her, while large and tall shades of unfamiliar trees towered her. 

    This isn’t our yard.

    For some reason, this place is giving her the creeps. It took her several minutes to finally sit up from her comfortable slouching on the jungle’s ground with her eyes still wandering around the entire place. Then, a waft of cold air blew on her, making her waist-long, pale hair drift off in the wind. 

    She instantly froze the moment that gentle air touched her because that is when everything came back…

    From how Reynan strangled her, to her confrontation with Ni’mula, the glowing stone, the tornado—

    She buried her face on the ground as she burst into sobs upon remembering Ni’mula, how she was brutally murdered, how her corpse was violently butchered. And, what about her aunt? If that murderous man killed Ni’mula in front of her, then he must’ve killed Laria beforehand!

    “No! That can’t be real!” she wailed and sobbed endlessly. “My poor grandma! I should also be dead! Why did I have to be alive to remember my poor Ni’mula! Why!” she screamed, pounding the damp ground with her fist. 

    No! Everything must be a dream. This could also be a bad dream! I need to wake up! Wait, what if I’m already dead? Are Ni’mula and Laria here with me? Then I must be already in heaven!

    Then, she heard a faint growling sound coming somewhere. She immediately looked around to see where the sound came from. 

    Or hell…