The Bewitched Soul - Chapter 10 David Hun

Unrequited love is a battlefield… torturous and painful. You tend to battle with yourself… your feelings and your emotions. Losing the one you once loved, is like living a life like a corpse.

David’s eyes burned with tears as he remembered her words. His mouth tasted bitter, his eyes glazed over as he tried to contain his tears. He couldn’t remember a time when he felt like he needed to weep. But now, it hurt… his heart hurt. It felt like it was crumbling inside his body. His leg almost faltered.

‘Why? Why can’t?

‘Why can’t she love me?’

Love breeds, passion… passion breed hatred. And his love had brought upon her his wrath.

Fifteen years have passed, his hands still smell like her blood.

His guilt had been suffocating… his chest felt heavy. It was like an incessant throb in his heart. He had an intense desire to make amends. But it was too late. She was dead… he killed her. He could no longer stand her continuous rejections. In the past, he yearned for her, the violence of love for Emilia grew in intensity every day. He had seen her grow into a beautiful yet strong lady. She was the apple of his eye. But his unreciprocated love made him grow anxious… a desperate sadness enveloped him. Agonizing emotions crashed into him… and it felt as if he started the complete grief process afresh. Everything was fine until one day his whole world turned upside down. She fell in love with the Prince and David was not up to par with the Prince. He felt low… he felt incompetent. He could no longer indulge her rejection. He solemnly promised himself to become the strongest and win her heart back. He blindly fumbled his way to a destination that was forever out of reach.

The years of yearning for her got him nowhere. He was hurt… so badly hurt that he didn’t think twice before stabbing her to death. Blood oozed out of her freshly sliced skin… her heart spilled blood which was bitterly satisfying for him. The rain had washed her body… forming a small river of blood washing his feet.

Standing near the open window, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand… he reminisced their first encounter. Beautiful and young… she stood out of the crowd. Her fierce eyes were gentle… her soft bronze colored hair cascaded down her back. When she walked… her soft curls bounced against her back. Her oval face had prominent cheekbones which gave her a dauntless look. The gliding slope of her upper lips departed into the sides. Her lips were appealing. Her brisk walk projected confidence.

“Good morning… I’m Emilia Whitemore, a white witch,” she bowed.

“David Hunt.”

“Nice to meet you…”

“Likewise.”

Their short encounter was enough to take his breath away. She was just there, close to him… so close that it was getting difficult for him to breathe.

for visiting.

No one had ever succeeded in wooing him, but this lady had won his heart already

The white witches exercised supernatural powers for selfless purposes. They came under the white magic practitioners including the medics. The healers had the aptness to cure the injured just by their subtle touch. Whereas the white witches used their superpowers to cast spells and with the help of special spells they could turn water into blood which was exported to the land of Brookville, they could turn vegetables into raw meat meant for the werewolves and the dragons… later exported to the Land of Wintermere and Land of Shadowlake respectively.

The white witches were ranked according to their special powers and abilities. The workers were the lowest in rank, exercised their powers to maintain the ecosystem. Secondly, the traders, who were responsible to convert the natural substances into required items and trade them to other provinces. They were further divided into two groups. First, who converted the water into blood and vegetables into raw meat. Second, who used to trade items to other provinces.

Lastly, Warlocks, the most powerful among all. They were rare. One had to pass several levels to reach the top. Some even had special superpowers which they exercised to hone skills. They formed the witch army and always cast a protective spell around the Land of Ostbarrow to avoid casualties. The special powers of warlocks could transform them into any living form. They could reincarnate one’s soul. They had several other superpowers.

The Land of Ostbarrow had quite a revolters who were against the treaty of all mythical creatures living together in peace. They killed the lives of the innocent for revenge. They held massacres in various places and even in other provinces. Humans being the most naive creatures among the rest, were easy prey for them. They performed brutal acts which included the slow slicing off one’s neck, scooping out eyes and crushing one’s heart. Lastly pouring the blood into the fire. Such incidents caused widespread protests all across the continent.

Emilia Whitmore was a warlock. Being one of the finest warlocks, Lord Gerard had given her a special status in the palace. She had her place next to the minister who sat right to the King and the Queen’s being on the left to the King.

She handled the revolters and was famously known for giving them the brutal death one could ever experience. Following her instructions carefully, the prison guards used to slice the revolter’s one hand by first chopping off their fingers… then slicing their arms into pieces. Loud screams used to echo the entire dungeon. Allowing one part to rot for a few days… the guards used to do the same for the other arm. Similarly, by chopping off the legs one by one… they were thrown to rot in pain. Lastly, the guards used a special knife to chop off the black witch’s tongue into several small pieces. At their final time… they were burnt alive. Being alive and having no support to protest… only live screams could be heard from them while the fire burnt and turned them into ashes. She wanted to give the revolters the taste of their own medicine.

Such punishments… won the public’s faith and trust in them. They trusted their King and the army.

This also built fear in the rest hidden revolters. They migrated to other provinces without being seen. They started residing in every province and disguised themselves as humans by hiding their powers. For which, the witch army had to cast a protective spell all around Ostbarrow to avoid such escapes.

Lastly…

She was admired by many… David being one of her admirers.

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