Dydra could hear her heart trying to burst out of her ribcage, as her blue eyes were wide open staring at her finger, or the thing hovering over her finger. This couldn't be real! This couldn't be happening! How was this happening?! She screamed in her head. Her whole body went stiff at the thought that if she moved, the flame on her fingertip could leap away, setting everything alight.
How was this possible? Is this some kind of trick by this old lady? The midnight-skinned girl thought, but something within her said it was all her own doing — and she was terrified of that feeling.
Her gaze snapped to the raven-haired woman, who wore a delighted and satisfied expression on her face. Oryen was pleased with the result the spell gave out, because this confirmed the girl was a witch and with that she could help the girl develop her immense abilities. By doing so, she'll be able to merge powers with her, stabilizing and enhancing her's.
"Is this your doing?" The dark-skinned girl's voice was laced with disbelief, with a hint of doubt, which didn't go unnoticed by the aged woman.
The two women blue eyes locked, one had a trace of dubiety, like storm clouds doubting the sky's calm, while the other was like a breeze that carried no storm.
"It is not, Dydra," the old woman's response harbored the same stillness as her eyes, "it is your doing, and I know you can feel it."
Dydra shook her in denial, her eyes drifted from Oryen to the candle-flame burning over her finger, and she instructed.
"Stop this. What ever it is, I want no part of it." Her words earned a grin from the aged woman, that quickly went as it came, as though it never appeared.
"You casted the spell, only you can undo it."
The red-haired girl clenched her teeth in annoyance, what does she mean by that? This old lady is driving her nuts! Taking a deep breath, Dydra decided to take part in whatever shenanigans this crazy witch lady was in, at least till the candle-flame thing vanishes.
"What do I do to stop it?" Her question earned a beaming smile from Oryen, whose eyes were filled with eagerness.
"I'll tell you the spell, but it has to be performed with us holding hands." Oryen secretly beamed within her, it wasn't necessary for them to hold hands for the spell to work, but the old witch had a hidden agenda. She believes that, at least one person in this young witch's life informed her about what she is. For her to find out, she would have to make contact with the girl, and cast a spell that helps her view the girl's memories. Since the girl was from the Okitu clan and she clan from the Inui, them making contact is a way of merging—increasing her magic. Even though the girl's abilities aren't present, that doesn't mean she can't harness it, and join it with her's.
The young witch's brows drew close in displeasure with what Oryen said. She didn't want to make contact with this creepy old lady.
The old witch sensed this and added nonchalantly. "I guess you are okay going around with a candle-flame over your finger. Mind you, if people saw that, they will assume you are a witch, coupling with your weird features, it is only a matter of time before the guards capture you and behead you in the town square."
The kingdom of Weathbrow is a kingdom filled with creatures of all kind—vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, sea creatures and witches, but there is a catch. No one is allowed to reveal what creature he or she was. They all blend in with the humans, exploiting them secretly as they are at the bottom of the food chain. Some human are aware of this, while others are in the dark, and Dydra appeared to be part of the ignorant community.
"Witches don't exist," the young witch claimed, even though the evidence was sitting right untop her index finger, "no one will behead me."
Her ignorance wrenched a hearty laugh from the raven-haired lady, which irked Dydra.
"You still doubt with an evidence literally hovering over your infex finger." Oryen pointed out, as her laughter decreased.
"This is your doing," the red-haired girl accused, "that does not mean witches exist!"
"Then what does it mean? You called me out as a witch few hours ago, and now you claim we do not exist? Open your eyes Dydra! The world isn't what you picture it to be. They are creatures out there, all blending with humans to protect themselves and to survive. And we witches are part of them. The world hates witches, they see us as angels of the dark." Oryen was fed-up with the young witch's constant denial.
Dydra bit her lower lip in denial, her brows tightly squeezed, as her heartbeat became louder with each passing second. She does not want to believe the words of the aged woman, but then something or perhaps some persons slowly enveloped her mind—vampires. Leonard, Jerry and then the words of her late grandmother, informing her that vampires roamed the earthy grounds, dawned on her.
Was all of this...true? Her gaze shifted to the candle-flame hovering over her finger, the golden light dancing in her eyes. The flame was there, but she felt zero warmth. There was no sting or heat bites, the only evidence of it existence was the fact that she could see it.
"How is this possible?" She whispered, but loud enough for it to be caught by the aged woman's sharp ears.
Her gaze also went to the flame, her eyes fixed on the divine golden light, captivated by its beauty.
"No one knows," her voice was gentle and soothing as the breeze rustling the leaves of a tree. Nobody really knew how magic came into the world they live in, it was as though men just woke up one morning figuring out they could bend nature.