Chapter 6: Un-blinding
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Tempest
I really wanted to know. I mean, what was that all about? Were those men really just wanted to have some fun and they picked me when there were in fact many other girls right there who were willing to have some fun with them?
Urgh! Guys! I always hated them when they do that! Maybe I shouldn’t have gone there in the first place. I should’ve just stayed hidden from sight of other people and continued doing magic, which actually I took a break from for a couple of months now, if I was not mistaken. I should begin to connect myself with nature again, gather its energy and maybe I would become more creative and find the cure for my blindness. Hopefully.
Bloody magic!
If only my lineage wasn’t cursed, I wouldn’t have been born blind. At least, that was my opinion. Magic didn’t do me any good. I always got hurt one way or another because of it.
My blind Bulgarian mother married a sweet ordinary British man. They had me but accident took them away from me when I was two; thus, I was raised by my strict grandmother—the one who gave life to my mother. And she was and still is actually the High Priestess and the leader of the Shadow coven.
From what I knew, she was now a hundred and thirty years old. Since her warlock husband died, she never remarried and only took care of my mother and the coven, which was always having vicious battles against werewolves, most specifically the one called Silvermoon Pack.
The feud had been going on for about a century now. The Silvermoon Pack had changed Alphas over the years. I heard my grandmother had been the reason for that. She wanted to annihilate the said pack, but I couldn’t condone that. So when I had the chance, I ran away, hid from her and did my best to break this blindness curse.
My grandparents on my father’s side were already long dead; he was the only son and was not close to any of his relatives. That was indeed convenient for my witchy mother at the time, and for me since no one would look for me. Well, aside from my grandmother and the coven. I was supposed to be her heiress, but I didn’t give a damn to that coven. She could just pick anyone there who wanted the position, if and when she wanted no more of it or she’d pass away, which I didn’t really wish to happen because it’s bad.
Tosha was there to greet me when I entered my haven. “Welcome home, you bloody sorceress!”
“Thanks, Tosha! Tell you what?”
“What did you do today?” Tosha asked just like every damn time. Maybe I should teach her another line. She became a living broken record.
I relayed to her what happened at the river. Of course, she was a parakeet, so she tried to mimic my words in her own bird voice. I couldn’t even decide if it was funny. I just felt suddenly… alone.
Depressed.
Before I knew what was happening to me, I was crying and hiccupping.
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I woke with the buzzing sound, so I knew it was already morning. I didn’t realize I cried myself to sleep. I didn’t even go out to play and hear the people say they couldn’t see. Right. I shouldn’t do it again. I’m supposed to be an empath and feel what they feel. Because first and foremost, I know how it feels to be blind as I am one!
I sighed as I tried to make myself breakfast after going to the toilet and took a shower.
“Damn it!” I cursed, realizing I had no more cereal and milk, my favorite breakfast. I could try using my magic to copy these, but it’d be somehow different and I was in the mood to go to town again. In fact, I was suddenly excited. Maybe it would improve my mood after all and I’d try to experiment on another incantation I had in mind to undo the blindness curse when I got back.
Okay, that was the plan. So, I immediately left my secret place, inhaling the fresh scent and air the forest could offer. It did lift my mood already. I even wondered now why I suddenly cried like an i***t yesterday.
I experimentally poked my eyes because I heard it could give flashes and things like that but I had nothing. Nula. (Zero.) Since I was little, I did try it a few times until my grandmother noticed it and cast a spell on me to stop me from doing it. That spell expired when I left her and the coven. The same went for my stim thing when I used to be a spinner. I loved the feel of the wind against my body whenever I did that. But of course, my grandmother put an end to it, too.
I sighed, thinking back. Grandma did have a hard time dealing with another blind girl in her family. I knew it was also difficult for her with my blind mother. Grandma even blamed herself for that because she had a lot of enemies in our world. But she really had no idea who put the curse on her lineage to become blind. She just knew it once she delivered my mother. And yet, she always thought and believed it was the Silvermoon Pack’s witch doctor who did it to her for no apparent reason.
Now that was baseless, if I’d think about it. But who cared now? The feud was already going on for so long. Each group wanted to kill each other until none was left.
In the local grocery store, I had to ask the worker what I needed to buy since I didn’t know where they were and how they looked like anyway. Besides, the girl there already knew I’m blind, so I waited at the counter and paid for them, ignoring the people around me. I knew some were staring because of my cape that I wore over my dress.
I knew it was already noon since I felt tickles in the back of my neck.
I enjoyed my walk back to my haven without using magic. Well, I did trip twice because of the big root of the tree. Bloody damn roots! They were never considerate to someone blind like me.
While in the forest, I thought someone followed me. But maybe I was just being paranoid. I already put a charm to make the place invisible and inaccessible in a three-mile radius. Should I increase it to five miles? But maybe there was no need.
After doing the mundane things of arranging the groceries, I went out of the cabin, to the back. The gentle touch behind my knees told me it was already nearing dusk. I thought it was the perfect time to do the incantation. I wished it’d work this time. I really wished…
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