The Seventh Son

CRESCENT WITCHES Il

Clarris calmed herself down and looked at the happy couple embracing each other.

“We have to get married,” Jerald whispered in Rachel's ears

Rachel moved a bit and stared back at king Jerald, “we can't, what will people think of us, what of Clarris?”

“She is long gone, it's unfortunate but this is destiny,” he knelt down and kissed Rachel's feet. “Clarris and I were not met to be, she was not worthy to rule Ergad by my side but you on the other side are perfect.”

“My king.” Rachel blushed.

“My queen, yes I know she was your friend but we can wait for one month, then announce our marriage.” 

Clarris's eyes turned black from the words she had just heard, never did Jerald ever address her by the “My queen” term in all the years they had been in courtship.

Seeing this the witch got all excited, she had intentionally brought Clarris to these points in time to unleash her powers with hate.

“I love you Rachel, please make me the happiest man,” Jerald said with teary eyes.

Rachel was hesitant, she had just lost her Friend, what would people think of her. And they were the only two that were present when Clarris took off. And if they married now people would probably think they killed Clarris off in order to be together.

“No we can't Jerald, she was my best friend, what if she is alive.”

Jerald held on to her tightly, “okay, one year, let's give her one year. But even if she returns I will marry you, give you beautiful sons that we will raise in this castle.”

“One year?”

“Yes my love,” he replied.

“I do not know,” she replied in a confused voice. Jerald got up and gave her a lot of kisses.

Clarris just stared at them then turned to the witch and said, “I want them dead.”

“You can make them suffer for an entity, king Jerald said you were not worthy to be his queen.”

“Shut up! I heard everything, just shut up!” Clarris said while holding her head.

The witch snapped her fingers and they were teleported to one year after Clarris's disappearance. The castle was full of festival celebration, and in a corner Rachel stood in a wedding gown. Upon seeing this Clarris knelt to the floor.

The entire castle was in a happy mood, everyone was excited, it was clear that they had moved on and forgotten about her. “How could they all forget me just like that?” Clarris asked. 

A servant walked in with a baby wrapped in her hands, “My lady here you go, he is still crying.” Rachel excitedly took the baby and began breastfeeding him.

“I can't watch this, where is my father? Why did he allow this nonsense to take place?” The witch snapped her fingers and they were in Arthora, seated in front of her was her father drinking himself to death. The marriage alliance with Ergad kingdom meant everything to him. Now he had no daughter nor Ergad.

“Father stop,” Clarris knelt before him, “I'm here father, I'm alive.”

“He can not hear you, and we are running out of time.” The witch reminded her.

“Leave me alone stupid witch!” Clarris shouted out.

“If I go you will forever be stuck in this realm, crying, regretting and moaning your lover.”

“Come with me if you want to avenge the injustices King Jerald unleashed upon you. It was his father's idea to marry you, he had all the powers to break up this alliance but he did not, it was his fault that you ran off into the forest. Why should you allow him to leave happily ever after?”

Clarris's eyes turned black again, what the witch was saying was hundred percent correct. Why should she be moaning for a man that betrayed her. Looking at her father she was consumed with so much hate. He was not a reflection of the powerful king he used to be and it was all thanks to king Jerald. Why should everyone suffer except for King Jerald.

Without realizing it, she snapped her fingers and they all teleported back into the cave. This excited the witch, “yes I knew it was always within you"

Clarris looked at her terrified, “how….. was... I.. able to do that?” Clarris stumered. 

“You come from a bloodline of Crescent witches. I'm Creselda your long lost aunt. King Jerald's ancestors killed and buried me in this tomb for eternity. Your tears woke me up my child." The witch said with a grin.

“What.....what... Clarris” stammered

 “Powers skipped a lot of generations because your stupid fore Father's cast a spell to hide your real identities. After what had happened to me. You survived Deadman's forest because you are protected by that curse.”

Clarris looked scared and terrified but deep inside she was excited, with such powers, she was now able to exact her revenge. She was no longer the girl that could fly. She had so much hate for King Jerald and Rachel that she did not care if she was making a deal with the devil.

The witch began circling the cave and walls began to move, “Clariss are you ready? You will make them cry for all of the entities, you cried for seven years but they will cry for eternity. King Gerald said you were not worthy, you will show him what worthless means. He will know better not to have made a crescent witch cry… ..