Ellie Parkinson

“Why,” I mumbled pathetically, with a tear falling off my eye onto my puffed cheek. She gave off a burst of wild laughter that was completely foreign on my best friend’s face.

“Coz, I am the lady who heard the prophecy of your birth and plotted with Malena to have your parents killed princess,” she exclaimed forthrightly, with another malevolent laughter. “Shocking isn’t it?” she jeered licking the tip of the dagger containing my fresh blood. “Poor nurse,” she said loftily, subtly mocking her. “She restrained Malena to this castle, but never in her wildest dreams would have known about the brains behind her plans,”

Her laughter turned even more malicious and spine-chilling which could never have been Judy’s. Spontaneously, her expression changed and she paced towards me and pulled my hair ruthlessly, but I didn’t even wince. There was no pain left that she could afflict me with that hadn’t already been afflicted.

“I waited for your rebirth for five long centuries!” she howled, moving the dagger across my cheek which started bleeding.

“How did you know where I was?” I inquired, my mind bursting with a million questions despite my pathetically wounded condition.

“Malena branded you with that cross mark when you were a toddler, which allowed both of us to know your position, no matter in which corner of the world you hid,” she said loudly and slashed my cheek with the dagger as I groaned horribly.

“It was me, who filled your mind with those poisonous dreams, and those terrifying hallucinations. I, who planned this trip by bewitching that young fool, Alex. You will be amazed to know that he was under my spell all this while,” she claimed, jeering at me. “You know, we sorceresses possess this one most powerful ability, which we can make use of flawlessly, which even worked on your pathetic king father who fell for Malena,” she revealed this fact with an ironically bitter tone. “That wretched witch,” she spat with clenched teeth, poisonously referring to Malena. “Thought she could have your soul for herself while I rotted my entire life. The day you turned eighteen, she backstabbed me and robbed me of most of my powers. Powerlessly, I used the little magic I possessed, to transform my face and body and that’s the reason Malena couldn’t recognize me. I knew about your telepathic abilities long before you conveyed to me, and I cast Holden under my spell to discover the extent of your powers. Too bad I had to kill him for helping you reach your full potential… just like I butchered those damned fools, Emily and her boyfriend,” she spat bitterly as she took their names. “Those imbeciles tried to kill you….How they dared to snatch away the soul which I waited for centuries….. Meanwhile, I placed the blame on Matt as I planted his fingerprints on the knife I used. Moreover, it was me who sent those buffoon bike riders to snatch away that forensic report from you, but I must say, Ellie, you managed to beat me at that point,” she applauded mockingly, whose noise echoed across the entire castle.

Those revelations had a profoundly shocking effect on me which felt worse than a sword’s slash…

“And not just that, sadly your beloved Madam Maxima perished too, as I used the tremendous powers of her crystal ball against her while she meddled with me inside your head,”

“Why didn’t you just suck away my soul then, you had all the time in the world with me? Why murder those innocent souls?” I demanded weakly, struggling desperately to remain tough.

“Now that’s an excellent question! You see dear child, there are restrictions on us witches too, Malena or me, for that matter, could have taken Talia’s soul in this castle only, the place where she was born and raised. A frustratingly difficult but crucial piece of the prophecy,” she informed me, moving the dagger subtly across my cheek with a sort of bloody relish.

“So you plotted her death too,” I managed, with an immeasurably considerable effort to keep myself alive. “To have my soul,”