Chapter 3 — Discovered
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Zainne remained motionless on the ground. Staring into nothingness. Dark grey clouds match her mood as they never fail to disappoint her each day.
She heard they would remove her mark and transfer it to them. The moon goddess was right. If they succeed in devouring her son and transferring her mark, they would invade the werewolf and human realms. And Zainne thought the moon goddess was bluffing.
“It was all going smoothly… I had my baby. We were going to live our separate lives without him...happily.” She mumbled. The heartache was still staggering rampantly in her chest. Yet her eyes were as dry as a desert.
Tears could no longer fall from her reddish eyes. She had cried enough and drained her liquids away. There was no energy left to vent.
Zainne was trapped and hopeless inside a jar. She had tried many ways to find escape, but there was no luck ever since she woke up. Everything she did had only put her in harms way.
The clang of utensils slapped her back to reality. Her ears twitched. She listened to their hushed tone.
“Shhh. She is still stupidly mourning her loss.” The witch reached for her yellow teeth to remove the gunk. Black eyes glistened with mischief. A light chuckle followed.
“Was it for the loss of her fingernails or the loss of her humanity?”
“Both and more.” They sat and took a bite of their fleshy food.
“Hmm…this human child was stubborn. No wonder he gets beaten every night by his parents.” He whines at the chewy texture.
“Which makes him more appetizing.”
The sister slapped her brother’s cheeks and hissed.
“That leg is mine!” She snatched the torn leg away and took a bite. But the brother didn't surrender. He grabbed the other end.
“Mind you, I was joyously munching that!” They were eating, and now they are playing tug-of-war. Their typical way of having their everyday meal.
Zainne leaned on her elbows and watched another scene unfold.
It is the fifth time today. Another child has been eaten.
She had long been disgusted by their choice of food. The one they were eating was a human child not older than seven years old. The child was gruesomely displayed for them to feast on. His lifeless eyes run chills down her spine. She couldn't bare to stare any longer.
The ugly twins were merciless cannibals who preyed on children. Somehow, they had taken a few prisoners beneath their floor. Every night she could hear them crying, but there was nothing she could do.
Their cries of help were also a torment for Zainne. She was as helpless as them.
Zainne repeatedly wished she could die and that it would be for good. It was her only plausible solution. Yet somehow, fate was against it, and she could not die.
“Agh! Sister! Fine, have it anyway.”
The brother finally gave up and loosened his grip. As he did so, the other lost her balance. Two heads in one body fell off the stool crying in pain.
His sister smacked him.
“Saghfred! You ungrateful brat!” The left hand hits his head, and the right hand hits back. Snatches the limb far from her reach.
“The one who lured the child should have all the food! And I was that person!”
They looked ridiculous, yet humor was no longer existent. What riles Zainne’s mind now is filled with utter disgust.
How did they even cross the human realm? They took so many children.
While they were busy fighting, black figures burst in, blowing their door into pieces. They quickly surrounded the twins.
Shocked-filled faces and anger were reflected against the indifferent intruders.
“To what do we owe this unexpected visit?” The sister spoke with an unpleasant hiss.
The women wearing black cloaks remained silent. Just then, the superior one in the group gracefully waltzed her way in front of them.
“Take them away.” Her voice was calm, yet her expression held anguish. “These hooligans shall be burned alive in the execution area.”
- Writer
