I headed in the church's direction; the pastor had better be in. It was such an odd thing for my mother to request, but who was I to question her? I walked into the chapel as goosebumps covered my arms from being in the forbidden place. Demons were not welcome in any place of god or goddesses, whether it be a Puritan church or a Greek temple. Entering the space caused great discomfort for any demon and in the weaker one's death. Pastor Gideon, it's Samuel. We had a meeting today. I announced as I walked around the space looking for him. “Over here, dear boy.” A man spoke from behind a door on the side. I walked over and looked into the small room, a grey-haired man sat behind a desk looking over books. His eyes squinted as he looked through a magnifying glass at the text before him. Entering, I closed the door behind me and walked towards him. “What is it I can do for you?” he asked as he put the magnifying glass down and looked at me with his dark grey eyes. At first impressions h
The days seemed to blur. We would alternate between making poultices and collecting herbs for healing to tending the vegetable gardens, pickling, and making jams and butter preparing for winter. In the week or so that I have been here, a couple of people from town came to see Abigail with minor injuries. Abigail is amazing and wise and seemed to be a highly respected member of the community. I hadn’t seen Sin in the last few days either, so my hopes of going home soon dwindled. I was weeding the garden when I heard someone walk up behind me, Abigail was in the house making poultices. I turned and saw Samuel at the edge of the garden staring at me, a smile on his face. “Hello.” I greeted as I wiped my hands on my apron. “Are you injured? Do you need to see Abigail?” I asked, as I stood and walked towards him. "I can go get her." He shook his head and smiled, tipping his hat in greeting, “No, actually I came to see you. I was wondering if we could go for a walk.” “Not without a cha
Returning to the throne room I was in a foul mood, why the hell was he with her, he had no reason to be. Merula, sensing my anger, walked toward me cautiously. I looked at him and ordered, “Find Rook. I need to speak to him now.” “Sire… there have been developments.” He mumbled, barely audible, as he fiddled with an object in his hands. “What developments?” I snapped as I glared down at him. “It seems your brother Lazarus has found his fated mate.” he reported as he held out a piece of paper towards me. Without looking at it, I ignited it into flames, and it burnt, crumbling to ash in his hands. “Oh really? And where is this mate?” I asked, looking around. “No one has met her yet; it seems he is in the process of figuring out how she will live here because she is human.” If he thinks that my little flame is his mate, he is sorely mistaken. “As protocol dictates, the only way the throne would go to him is when she accepts him as hers, if she doesn’t, it changes nothing. He won’t
I was in a deep sleep when someone shook my shoulder. I grumbled and rolled over, ignoring them. “Come on, girl, wake up.” Abigail urged sternly, shaking my shoulder again. “What’s going on,” I asked as I sat up to look at her rubbing my eyes. She had a look of worry on her face as she looked behind her. I leaned over to look behind her. Two men were carrying Samuel into the cottage. He looked badly injured, his leg was hanging at a funny angle and he had cuts all over, blood soaked his clothing. “I need your help, granddaughter.” I nodded "y... yeah" I replied as I quickly stood. Abigail directed them to put Samuel in a small room off the side of the cottage that she used for her patients. I followed behind them, while I pulled on a housecoat that Abigail handed me. I watched closely as they set him on the bed. “What happened?” I asked, looking closer at the broken leg and the cuts and bruises that covered his body, he was out cold. “He walked out in front of a stagecoach that h
I heard the door open as someone entered the room; I kept my eyes closed as the person sat beside me and carefully removed the bandages, washing the wounds, dressing it with the old woman’s ointments before re-bandaging it. I opened my eyes, seeing Amaya sitting beside me, her face scrunched up in concentration as she finished bandaging the last wound. I grabbed her hand, and she jumped in surprise, “Thank you.” I whispered. She nodded as she went to leave, but I refused to release her hand; she sighed and sat back down. “Is there something you need?” she asked, her voice like music to my ears. I nodded, “company.” She tried to move again, but I held her hand, “Please, Little Dove?” She sighed. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she felt my forehead and cheeks checking for a fever. The simple touches feeling like heaven sending tingles throughout my body. “Could be better.” I joked. Her striking blue eyes watched me as if assessing something, “You can joke all you want, but you
I went into the main room and started cutting up more bandages as Abigail poured hot water into a cup and added herbs to it before returning to the room Samuel was resting in. “Can you go pick some blood of Hestia from the garden please, dear?” She asked me before she left the room. I nodded and looked into the reference book she had given me to study to see what the actual plant was. Skimming through the various plants and their code names, I finally found it before heading outside and looking for the chamomile she had requested I pick. I scanned the herb garden looking for the plant, without luck, which meant I’d have to look in the forest for it, referencing the book again I studied the picture Abigail had drawn and headed down the forest path we frequented looking for it. It didn’t take long for me to locate it; I picked a bunch and returned to the cabin Abigail was outside weeding the garden. I went inside the cabin and tied the plant and hung it up to dry, like she had taught
"Well, that went well." I grumbled to myself after I was alone. What the hell was I thinking? My plan was to get close to her so I could get to know her, not try to control her. I am not my mother. I scolded myself; What I want is for her to care about me, not be manipulated into thinking she does. Although discovering she was a witch, although surprising. It could be quite helpful in the future. When I see her again, I will apologize. Hopefully, I can fix this, I don’t want her getting the wrong idea about me, I can’t help how my abilities work, I have little control over them. Being half demon made things difficult. Others in my home didn’t know what my mother was. They assumed she was a demon because that was what she wanted them to believe. She could bend people to her will, well everyone but Sin, which is why I am stuck in the middle in the first place. She hated him even tried to assassinate him when he was a baby. “Finally, I found you.” Hellebore scolded me as she walked ou
“What do you mean half witch? I have done nothing like that before.” My mind was reeling. There was no way this was real, it couldn’t be. “In your time, magic didn’t exist, so you couldn’t tap into your abilities.” Sin informed me. “Is that why you brought me here?” I asked, my voice getting louder as panic seized at my chest. “I brought you here so you would make a deal with me. Remember? Are you ready to do so?” he smiled hopefully but frowned as I struggled to catch my breath. “Little flame?” My hand flew to my chest as I struggled to catch my breath, Sin placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, worry was written on his face. “You’re having a panic attack just breathe, tears blurred my vision as he pulled me to him. He held my head to his chest “listen to my breathing, focus only on that.” He told me. Slowly my breathing returned to normal, and I went to push him away, but he held me tightly. “So, about that deal?” “No, I’m not making a deal with you,” I to