The two witches now held hands, well Oryen cupped Dydra's palm in her's. With each of them gazes fixed on one another, the old witch instructed the red-haired girl.
"Shut your eyes...tight."
The young witch hesitated a little, her mind in a mini battle whether she should, or shouldn't follow the aged lady's instructions. A sharp glare was sent to her by the old lady, which startled the young witch, causing her to drop her little mind conflict, with her eyelids unconsciously lowering.
Dydra was a little skeptical about what she was about to do, because there was a certain question that troubled her. Why was the casting the spell simple and removing it complicated?
"Inui lo kuro iro mi." The raven-haired lady's voice cut through her thoughts and she repeated what she heard, the question erasing from her mind. With her eyes shut, Dydra failed to see the corner of Oryen's lips curled, as she grinned for the fact that the spell they just casted wasn't for the candle-flame to vanish, but for her spirit to be transported into the young witch's memory, and put her in a trace that will prevent her from detecting whatever was happening.
A gust of wind softly blew the two women, and it was only felt by the old woman, as the spell has already activated. Dydra was kept in a trance, and as Oryen's spirit left her body, she shut her eyes, bracing herself for the imact of the spell.
A silver mist lifted from her body, wavering like breath on cold glass. It drifted forward, drawn as if by an unseen thread, until it touched Dydra's brow. In an instant, the world vanished and she was enveloped by complete darkness. She caught a shot of light at the far end and she walked toward it. It wasn't the first time the old witch of her performing this spell, so she was familiar with the process, and she quietly closed in on the light. As she drew nearer, the light increase, affecting her vision. Her arm came up to her face, shielding the light from her eyes, as it grew larger with each step she took. The view soon became large enough, pushing away the darkness, her eyes adjusted with the light and her arm fell to her side.
The raven-haired woman was taken aback by the spectacular view in sight. The cool breeze danced through the strangs of her hair and the hem of her gown. She felt the soft ticklish grass under her bare feet, the sound of rustling leaves and singing birds filled her ears. Where Oryen found herself was none other than the forest baby Dydra was found by her adopted family. The old woman's gaze swept the calming forest and she caught sight of a hut that blended itself with greens of the forest.
"Hehehe." Oryen's ears picked up the sound of a child's giggle. Her gaze followed the sound her ears picked up and it settled on young Dydra, who was being lifted up by a gust of wind, that carried flowers with it. The wind carefully spun her around, getting under the flower dress she wore, bring her braided her into her face as though it has a mind of its own.
"Grandmother, stop! It tickles—hehehe." Her sweet voice rang with her gaze on someone. Oryen followed it and she caught of an elderly woman—way older looking than her, with her hands stretched out and her fingers moving in rhythm. The elderly woman's snow white skin and midnight hair got noticed by Oryen and she was in awe.
"A Inui," she whispered with her palm over her mouth. She never expected someone from the Inui clan to be involved with Dydra. Not just anyone, but an elder, who is impacted with a lot of wisdom and ancient spells, and by the little trick she's doing by manipulating the wind, it only means one thing. She is the type of elder that creates spells of her own.
Very few witches become elders and fewer witches that become elders are able to manipulate nature. The rules of witchcraft is simple, spells. That's all there is to know. They cast spells written by ancient powerful elders, because many witches aren't able to form one of their own, as they are not powerful enough. They took notice of this and gathered the most powerful witches of every clan, who studied one anothers abilities, mastered it and together they created spells that less powerful witches could perform.The only witches, apart from the elders, who are able to create spells are the one who left the light, going into darkness.
The elderly witch gently landed her grandchild on the soft grass, who, as her feet came in contact with the earth, ran to her with excitement in her eyes.
"Grandmother, please teach me how to that! I want to learn! I want to learn!" She pouted her black pink lips, which melted the heart of the witch. Stooping down to her level, the woman's fingers went to the girl's hair, flattening the strands that stuck out.
"Do you really want to learn, my little blossom?" The woman's voice held tenderness, as though the girl was her real grandchild. Little Dydra's eyes sparkled and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, grandmother! I really really really want to learn!"
"Then you must do as I say, okay?" She told. Young Dydra gave a bright smile and responded. "I will always obey you grandmother."
The elderly woman lowered herself completely on the grass, urging her foster grandchild to do the same. "Sit, baby."
The young girl obeyed her grandmother's words without hesitation, then she heard her say. "Close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Feel the fresh breeze in your lungs."
She did as she was told and continued this process for a while, waiting patiently for her grandmother's next instruction.
Oryen watched closely, as she also stood on edge. She has never seen a person learn witchcraft this way before and she was fascinated. She decided to also try it and she sat on her knees, shut her eyes taking in the fresh hair, awaiting patiently for the older woman's voice of instruction.
Little Dydra's patience wore thin and she asked her grandmother quietly. "Grandmother, what's next?" Her question brought her smile on the old lady's face and she said with calmly.
"Only you know what's next, blossom."
The elderly woman's answer earned a deep frown from the young girl and Oryen, as they were both confused.
"I don't understand." Little Dydra pouted, her big blue eyes watering.
"You will when you're older."
As the sentence left the elderly woman's lips, the two began to faded and gradually turned into what looked like a little older version of themselves. They sat in the same spot and the voice of a bit older Dydra spoke.
"Grandmother, I think I'm ready." She stood on her feet, not waiting for her grandmother's response. Her eyes caught sight of a little bunny hopping out of its hole, and she raised her hand. Her eyes held determination, and she began to move her fingers, similar to the way the elderly woman did it. A gust of wind blew right passed her, going to the bunny, lifting it's large ears playfully. The bunny's feet slowly left the grass, as it's body levitated.
"Grandmother, did you see that?!" Little Dydra exclaimed and she turned to her grandmother, who wore a proud satisfied expression.